[centre][h1][color=8882be]Lyrel Swistral[/color][/h1][/centre]

[color=Gray][color=8882be]"Ah, Raven, hello. Nice to meet you."[/color] Lyrel was shifting from foot to foot, eyeing the mass of other recruits surging toward the job board. A few scuffles at the front showed there was clearly competition for some of the jobs and time was most definitely running out. Gwen suggested the Grand Mausoleum and Lyrel took that as their decision, squeezing into the crowd. [color=8882be]"I'll get that one then!"[/color]

She had not wanted the two close to the sea, outside of Dilei and the Master's protection she was adverse to being close to the natural home of slavers. The brand on her arm was still too fresh for the tattoo of freedom to be inked upon it so to most observers she would be a runaway slave. Definitely best to steer clear of the those places, she confirmed. The Grand Mausoleum was far enough away that it would be safe although she was not too clear on her geography, the mountainous regions of Regis and the city of Regis Hill being clearer in her mind than these hitherto faraway lands despite Alexandreus' attempts to educate her more.

She squeezed through gaps, weaving through the press of bodies with an ease and grace adapted from her time on the populated streets of Regis Hill although here she did not need to focus on staying out of the gaze of the guard while she stole from people. Instead, her intention could be entirely focused on getting to the board and she managed this relatively quickly, the chosen contract firmly in her sight at all times. Thankfully no one had taken it as she made it to the board although it was a little out of her reach.

A scuffle next to her gave her a chance, though. As one of the recruits struggled against another she climbed onto their back and grabbed the contract. [color=8882be]"Sorry, you were just in the right place!"[/color] She dismounted her unwilling ladder and wriggled her way around the edge of the crowd, back towards her group with the contract raised victoriously skyward. Joining them she noticed Mirande wandering over and held out the job letter for the lieutenant to take it.

[color=Gold]"Borin' but then, they all are to begin with. Your contact is some self-styled Professor, Geraint I think his name was. Can't be many of 'em out there, right? Now pack your bags and get goin' afore I hand this to someone else! Adamant from the quartermaster, you know where he is, right? Jus' show 'im this."[/color] The colourful lady handed Lyrel a small coin with the Vale Craft emblem embossed on one side, a number of 'XII' stamped on the other.

Mirande wandered away toward the next group to give a similar speech, clearly amused at the barely contained fight for jobs she had made with her earlier announcement. Shaking her head at the lieutenant's behaviour, Lyrel glanced down at her attire and realised she was in no condition to be adventuring on a long ride anywhere, especially not with the loose slippers on her feet.

[color=8882be]"I, ah, better get ready then. I guess we'll need horses or a carriage... we'll work it out later. Oh, the Adamant. Hm, maybe I better get it. I've been here a little longer after all and it's not far from my room. I'll be back soon, just need my things... I'll meet you outside with the Adamant, maybe someone can get transport?"[/color] She scurried away, trying not to let her excitement get the better of her.[/color]

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