Osla took a swig of her tankard and moved over to hear the Dwarf speak. His intentions were noble, he had obviously put a lot of thought into what he wanted for his place of birth and what he wanted the future of it to be. She pondered as to the possibility that he wanted to restore it to it's former glory and call on his Dwarf brethren and sisters to join him in living there. To tell the truth, she didn't really care. She'd met a few Dwarves in her travels and they didn't seem to mourn the loss of Kal'Draguraz as much as Guringar did. But then again, he was there to see it's downfall, she'd heard no one was alive who had seen it, but that was obviously proven wrong.

She looked down at the contract, the money portion was no problem for her, she'd lived on little to nothing quite a few times in her life and this would be no different. The thing she had trouble with was the contract itself, she'd never signed one before in her life and she was perplexed as to the point of it, surely her word would have been good enough. But alas, if she was to show her loyalty she wouldn't fight. She picked up the quill in her gauntleted hand, she hadn't used one in quite a while. She was holding it a bit too tight, a tiny dribble of ink dripped out of the end. She signed her name on the first line of the document. [i]'I [b]Osla[/b] sign my name unto this document in a sane state of mind that I agree to all conditions as they are in this document.'[/i] The signature was untidy and a little too big. The indents of the amount of strength she had put on the page could be seen, it had nearly ripped and probably would have if she had not noticed it ripping and stopped herself. She put the pen down next to the paper, placed her money pouch on the table and moved to let the next person write their name. To tell the truth, she was a little embarrassed. Everyone else would probably have really nice and fancy signatures while hers looked about as good as Fido the wonder noble over there.