[center][h1]Reeva Bonner[/h1][/center]

Another month, another coded report sent back to the homeland detailing how the Guild was the same as usual. Just another absurdly mundane month in the service of crown and country. Nevertheless, Reeva exhaled a breath she hadn't realized she'd been holding when she dropped off the letter at the Guild's mail service, turning to leave with a casual wave behind her. As far as anyone reading it without knowledge of the cipher was concerned, it was just another monthly mail sent from her to some Cousin Blake out in the hinterlands. 

She returned to the reception hall, intent on going through what jobs were available. It wasn't as if her true employers gave her any sort of material support for this kind of work beyond the bare minimum. After all, money she'd gotten that wasn't Guild-sourced would look far too suspicious. Especially considering her skillset and profession. No, better to live less lavishly than she'd like instead of giving the wrong people the idea that she was stealing for herself on the side. No matter the rogueish disposition, actual thievery wasn't well tolerated among civilized peoples. 

Of course, Reeva's intent to peruse the board was disrupted by a commotion. Some idiot Ingvarr had brought three [i]fresh[/i] orc heads in a bundle with her, still dripping with blood and staining the floorboards. Even worse, it seemed some people had stepped in it already. Reeva wasn't squeamish, not after becoming a trained assassin, but there was still basic decorum in public to consider. Honestly...

And then some little girl that had somehow acquired a set of armor and a ridiculously oversized hammer started yammering on about how she wasn't a child. Right, pull the other one. The hammer was impressive, though. Really, what were they feeding noble children these days that they could go and perform such feats?

Reeva snorted as the lamia, easily recognizable on account of her race, lifted the girl up with her tail. She approached, fixing an easy smile on her face.

"Come on, it's too early for all this yelling and protesting, isn't it? The orc blood isn't helping either. Let's just all look up jobs in peace, yeah? And speaking of, anything catch someone's eye yet? Receptionists leave any easy money on the table at all?"