[Center]Souther Jewel Kron-Nesis [/center] [color=green]"Sergeant Rook. Always a pleasure to see you. I hope the kids are doing well."[/color] They had a spotty history, but Pox was observant, and people talk, even if its not to him. His beak bobbed in a nod as he listened to the direction and then he leaned over for the agreement. He put a finger on the lenses of his mask in an attempt to read everything. He already knew what it would say but you never know. He signed his name on the bottom before sliding it back over. [color=green]"Pretty standard then. I hope we take prisoners this time. What an awful mess Krispin Village ended up being. I'll get my things and head right over."[/color] Pox saluted him and then went on his merry way. He wanted to stop by the arena. He had a friend there that commonly needed doctors to help with some of the training sessions the fighters sometimes got embroiled into. What would be the point of a sparring match if someone got killed in the process. It was a pretty mild source of coin and on occasion he was able to get a conversation going. It was quite relaxing while he penned his journals or read his books. Just then he remembered he still had the particular summons. He wondered if he was supposed to leave it with the sergeant. He was so excited for the process of work, he didn't realize there was more too it... alot more. In fact the hand writing seemed to change halfway through the scroll. Pox then read on to himself, the vellum rolling through his fingers as he gripped it. [color=green]"You are tasked with keeping Her Royal Highness alive... Royal Highness?"[/color] He made sure to keep his voice down. It was a direct hiring request. He was to be enlisted into her retinue as a doctor. He had dealings with nobles but a direct member of the royal family!? This was too good to be true. He picked up his pace, he had to get way more done now, so his trip to the arena sould have to be quick. Preparations needed to be perfect. He absolutely must get the best foot forward.