Finding a Foothold

[Faerthurin 3]

Faerthurin sits on the Cloud Temple's edge, quill in one hand and paper in the other. Her brow furrows as she looks over the odd little form the monk had given her. She sighs, still confounded by the process.

"I suppose this might assist me at the very least. One cannot climb a mountain without considering every foothold available to oneself.."

Name: Faerthurin, or simply Fae

Age: Three hundred and seventy-two

Gender: Female

Race: Dark Elf

Occupation: None, however I am a capable brewmistress and seamstress. Cooking is a secondhand as well.

She rolls the paper up gently, taking care to not smear any ink that may still be drying. Her hand lifts, slender fingers twisting around a lavender ribbon from her hair and pulling it away. As she stands, she binds it tightly around the completed form, sealing it in her own personal way before handing it to a nearby monk.

"Do take good care of this, brother monk. I'd very much love my message to remain intact for any caring to read it."

[Polgrath 215]

*glancing over the job board, Polgrath pens a response

Fae, as a fellow dark elf, ye may find yourself at home in the Arcane Delvers, we are an order of magic-users and brave defenders, and could as of like use ye skils. Fill out an application and we shall see if ye meet the standerds.

Thankeesai,

Polgrath

[meg 1994]

Princess Elene passes by the job-board smiling as she pens a quick response to the notice.

"Your people in Malinor are always hiring, and I believe I can find a job for you, please, contact me in Normandor, and I shall be glad to help you.

Signed, Princess Elene of Malinor.

[Boomack21 124]

Moved to the Great Library. It shall be sorted into appropriate category shortly.