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Deep inside Blackcorner Hall sits Quinn's sanctum like a spider in the web. The room is lit by a magical chimney, but an antique desk of massive proportions dominates the office. On them lies a stack of ready-made contracts.
Personnel needed:
Maids! Ever since Burok did. . . that with the last one I had a hard time getting a new one. Especially need one that tends to me.
Farmhands, because really you can't have enough of those. Vharya is nice and works hard, but the day only has so many hours.
Cooks. We do have one coming in, but I would prefer at least another one.
Guards. Just so I don't have to rely on Burok. Briz is slowly going crazy with that damn orc.
Left of it lies a handwritten list, placed there and forgotten by Mister Quinn.Name:
Gender:
Age:
Race:
Notable Skills:
Applying for position of:
Physical Characteristics:
I, the applicant, do hereby sign knowing full well the dangers of tentacle ranching and will not seek legal compensation for any harm taken during the course of my work.
______________________
Personnel needed:
Maids! Ever since Burok did. . . that with the last one I had a hard time getting a new one. Especially need one that tends to me.
Farmhands, because really you can't have enough of those. Vharya is nice and works hard, but the day only has so many hours.
Cooks. We do have one coming in, but I would prefer at least another one.
Guards. Just so I don't have to rely on Burok. Briz is slowly going crazy with that damn orc.
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