<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/88zM6kO.jpg)</div>Landa Forestdottir stepped across from the bar area and walked through the open common area toward the south wall where the notices were posted.  She is tall for a human woman and slender with a graceful, catlike walk and flashing blue eyes under a long, luxurious mane of dark hair.  Landa was dressed casually in a simple short dress and sandals with only a slender dagger belted to her girdle.   She weaved past a group of drunken dwarves who were singing along with the trio of bards performing in the middle of the room.  She winced at the song.  It wasn't that both groups of singers were off key and loud but it was that they were differently off key and off rhythm.<br/><br/>When she reached the board Landa read each job carefully.  She was new to the town having just arrived the night before.  The guild was busy and bustling but seemed well organized and efficient.  Landa was glad to be there but the closeness and build up areas of the town made her nervous and uncomfortable.  She wanted to get out and adventure and away from the bustle.