Della was a more than a little alarmed at the forthcoming barmaid's friendly manner. She felt herself automatically hunch smaller on the bar stool as the barmaid nattered on about the official looking poster and, of course, men. The tavern seemed to have got slightly busier since she had entered and she was starting to feel a little uncomfortable in the midst of so many people; she normally liked to avoid crowds but she knew of no other tavern in this town. She muttered an order of a cheap mug of ale - painfully aware of how little money she had in the depths of her cloak pockets - and wondered how she was going to pay for a room. 

And all the money she could have....

"Wait, miss!" she said, stopping the barmaid in her tracks, who was already flouncing off to fulfil Della's order. She looked up at the woman for the first time, cringing as a few strands of her hair slipped free from underneath her hood. She pushed them back, a little frustrated. She really needed to cut her hair or at least do [i]something[/i] with it.

"The army thing, that poster - how long does it run for? How much do they pay you? Do they train you at Liaryn's main city, where the royals are?" And, of course, more importantly "The powerful magic wielders?"

She glanced back at the thing that seemed to illicit so much annoyance from the staff and locals - a mere piece of paper, virtually unreadable in this light. Not that she was very good at reading, anyway. A tingle of anticipation rustled down her spine. Was it really a fool's quest? Did she dare?

"Oh, and do they accept women?"

She was fairly sure she already knew the answer but it couldn't hurt to ask.