The sorceress was trying to think of an idea for protecting the tiefling’s hooves when she heard a familiar voice behind her.<strong>“Sara?”</strong>She turned around to see a family friend, one of her father’s subordinates in the City Guard.<br/><br/>Given that he was in uniform, this was likely official business—fortunately he did not look particularly troubled.<strong>“Hey there. What can I do for you?”</strong><br/><br/><strong>“Your father thinks he’s caught the overactive thief whose been plaguing the Southern Ward lately. Unfortunately, the evidence is pretty circumstantial at this point.”</strong><br/><br/><strong>“And a <em>charm</em> spell accompanied by a few creative lies might draw a confession out of him,”</strong>she replied. The sorceress was always glad to help out, but closing cases was often time consuming—she realized with disappointment that adventuring would have to wait for another day.<strong>“Go on ahead, I’ll catch up with you in a second.”</strong><br/><br/>The guard nodded and headed for the exit. Sara looked to the others gathered at the table and then spoke to Turnstone.<strong>“I’m sorry, but it looks like I’ll be occupied for the rest of the day. I wish you all the best of luck,”</strong>she said with a smile. There was one silver lining here—her nose would be spared the sewer. After a little wave goodbye and a wink to the stripper she made her way to the door.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Lissa Moonstrike was relieved to finally arrive at her destination—the sooner she got out of this rain, the better. She had heard The Rusty Shield was a good place to find mercenary work, and after her uneventful journey to Waterdeep she was eager for a new challenge.<br/><br/>The elf nearly walked right into a human woman at the doorway into tavern.<strong>“Sorry,”</strong>both women said simultaneously. Lissa tried to go right, but the woman went left. Then she tried her left only to be accidentally blocked again.<br/><br/>The human laughed slightly and then took a step back.<strong>“After you.”</strong>The martial artist nodded her thanks and finally entered the tavern. The human walked out into the rain.<br/><br/>The newcomer removed her wet coat and looked around. She was only just into adulthood, at least in the way elves counted the years. She had a slender build that made her seem delicate, though in this regard looks were deceiving. Her long, black hair was worn up in a slightly haphazard way that implied she was not overly concerned with her appearance—though like most elves she had the quality of “natural beauty” down cold. She was dressed in fairly drab and sturdy clothes, though the crossbow at her back and a strange stabbing weapon at her belt showed that she not just a traveler.<br/><br/>Lissa’s gaze was immediately drawn to the bulletin board, and the notice regarding pest disposal. But there was no information on how the Guildmaster could be contacted. She moved to hang her coat by the fire. The pale elf was then about to go ask the bartender about the notice when she saw those gathered a nearby table. Most of them looked like adventuring types. She approached tentatively.<strong>“Hi... Are you Guildmaster Turnstone?”</strong>If he confirms his identity, the elf has a seat at the table.<strong>“My name’s Lissa, I’m interested in your disposal job. What can you tell me about it?”</strong><br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">There’s of course no need to repeat everything that’s already been said, “Turnstone brings her up to speed” will do. :P </div></div>