[color=a187be][center][h1]Eudaxia[/h1][/center][/color]
Eudaxia squinted at the cramped noticeboard. It had been years since she'd learned how to read, but she still had to take her time to decipher obtuse handwriting. She struggled to keep it in view as she was jostled by the large crowd that filled the square. The city was full for Founder's Day. Loud and smelly people seemed to be everywhere you went. [i] ...plague of rats...missing women...will trade leaky pot for a cart? who writes these...bandits...
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Bandits. Now [i]that[/i] would make a change, but no... too risky, strange eldtrich powers or no. But five silver pieces a rat was a steal. It was almost too good in fact. How big did a rat have to be for it to be worth five silver when dead?

Thanks to her powers it had been a long time since she'd had to beg for her money, but she still wasn't above a dip into the sewers to kill a few rats. Taking the job meant interacting with the Watch however, which she was loathe to do anyway, but lately they'd been interrogating her kind and that made her nervous. She'd managed to steer clear of them so far, and nobody had bothered her, but she hadn't found out why yet either. "curse these horns.." she muttered absentmindedly. She'd tried to saw them off once, a long time ago. It hadn't gone well.

More importantly should she go alone, or should she get a crew? She was suspicious, but had her magic to back her up. Five silver pieces didn't seem such a good deal when you started splitting it. The festival would be soon, and she still needed a dress and mask for the masquerade. It was simply too good an opportunity to miss to scam and look for marks. It only came once a year. If she went and killed a few rats, she might have enough money to buy a costume rather than steal one, and still have decent spending money left over for the festival. She could [color=a187be]head over to a good sewer entrance she knew, near the cemetery[/color]. Her mind made up, she was just checking her purse to make sure she hadn't lost it to the noticeboard crowd, when she caught an elbow in the head from the mass.
"ow." She grunted in annoyance. Well, they'd gotten her right in the tip of the horn, serves em right.