Tolr'ax wrote:I make my way to Southromp. I spy Bryan and Zorra with a woman and a man with a staff.
"Aye, whats been takin' ye two fools? Done already sold all the goods te Caelbir, went te the Inn, and had a few drinks. What's takin' ye so long? We are on a schedule. Are these the ones yer wantin' for the farm?" I walk over to the woman, I notice the carcass and the expert dressing. "Ye can certainly dress an animal, eh? Told these boys to find some good workers for our farm. Have they made ye' an offer? You are clearly the most capable one 'round here."
"You sound like the man in charge. Good. These two can't seem to make a decision." She continues working on her project, whatever it is. "I can dress any farm animal - aye, even a penguin I'll wager - faster than anyone in Pegrenfyfe, and I'd wager to that too. It's not pride, it's fact. This one-" she gestures to Bryan, "insults me with a silver a day to tend a farm. If I'm to do the bulk of the work, that's two gold. If I'm splitting the chores, then one gold is fair. I'll do what needs doing, and I won't complain, and you can trust me to it. I don't dally with men, I don't drink spirits of any kind, and my hobbies are the sort that create revenue or are practical for any situation. Basketweaving, knitting, cooking... what else do you need? Looks to me you boys would benefit from a woman's guidance alone on the farm. Now, "she finally turns to you, "I didn't come asking for this, but it's a worthwhile opportunity, so I won't beg or plead, but I'm not going to work for slave wages either. A gold piece a day, and some share of the produce, and I'll consider it fair. You don't like me after a fortnight, I'll pack my things and come back here." She stares at you, hands on hips, clearly ignoring your companions.