GOATHERDER SEEKING HIRE

[Tav 4336]

 

Spoiler

 

♫ - DARK WAS THE NIGHT

 

 

An old farm tune trailed out from the man’s lips, a song once sang to soothe the needy sheep and goats he took ownership of, and cared for. Sticks of hay and specks of dirt clung to his thick, tied-up goatee, and his form was dressed in northern runes; a past no longer spoken, it’d seem.

 

He’d usually never leave his dear farm, and most certainly not to just post job missives. Yet he had no choice. This morning greeted him with no sun, not even a cup of joe. Instead, it was bloody—gore splattered ‘cross the once lavish greenery of his, like lingering laughter of unwelcomed presence. 

 

But this was no time to mourn something so easily replaceable. 

 

 

[!]  ‘cross the titled lands of Haeseni, Petran, Hyspian, and even Balianite, a certain missive dressed their notice boards. Above the words came a depiction of that man. 

 

 

To those who lend their eye, 

 

By unexpected situations, one that no adept Oracle could even predict - I’ve found myself in need of a job. A job that requires me to spend my time in the farm, harvesting the fields and tending to the incessant bahs of the beloved herd. I am naught but a simple man, a man that goes by the name of Jurgen Alriksson – and my requirements are the same as I. Stable housing, a farm, and day-to-day tasks is all I ask. I await the chirps of the nearest aviary. 

 

Jurgen

 

[Username: woke_tav]

 

[Holyland 3650]

 

 

A lowly vagabond ponders, then; a prophet, youthful and spiteful.

He bids forth a letter unto the herder.

 

 

"A brother in kith; alike, mindful, in your perseverance unto your flock."

"I bid you forth, shepherd, unto mine flock - that we might break bread, and see what cometh."

 

[tilly 5115]

Spoiler

Read the letter in this voice only:

 

 

 

Posthaste, a letter is written back to the goatherder, held shut by the Royal Seal of the Commonwealth of the Petra.

 

 

"Mister Jurgen,

 

I invite you to the Royal Capital of Vallagne to satisfy your need for employment; we have many goats that are in need of ushering - most specifically within the canton of Solland, south of the capital and rolling with golden fields. Your pay would be handsome - either in material, lodging, or simply in Minae itself.

 

Looking forward to meeting you,

 

Princess Mattea Asadha of the Petra."