"That sounds interesting." Onyx says as she sees a runner in familiar livery come into the building. "I'll take the job. A silver ranking AND that much cash would be nice." She grins as she stomps off towards the bar, smacking her lips as she comes up.<br/><br/>"I'll take some Tillman's Old Mill please, we'll start with a pint and see what comes next." She says to the barman as she shifts her kilt to sit on one of the stools designed for the more 'sturdy' guild members. The stool groaned a bit under her weight and her armors. She slid her blade out to run a whetstone up and down the full length of the blade, leaving sparks as she drug the stone over the four feet of blade.<br/><br/>She paused to take the pint with a smile as she takes a good long swig of the drink. The best thing about leaving the highlands was the variety booze to be had down in the lowlands, even if the folk here didn't speak right.