Sara heard the sound of the nail being hammered, and craned her neck to look behind her.<em>Opportunity knocks.</em>The young sorceress hated to leave the table—especially with the newcomer dropping an entire gold piece toward the noble goal of getting the dancer out of her top—but this notice might be just the sort of thing she had been looking for.<br/><br/>The human woman left another silver piece for the half-elf as a tip. “Laewynn, it was a pleasure meeting you,” she cooed pleasantly. “I hope I’ll see you again.”<br/><br/>Sara stood, and then acknowledges any goodbye from the dancer with a smile. She then walked over to the bulletin board and read the notice. What she found was definitely promising—though the call for discretion implied an unusual sort of pest. She moved to stand beside the redhead, and overheard that girl’s introduction.<em>Amazing how many cute women are here today.</em><br/><br/>“Hello, my name’s Sara Hightower,” she said pleasantly to the presumed Mr. Turnstone. “I’d also like to join you, to inquire about the pest disposal job.” If he is amendable, she takes a seat.