Jobs Around Lenfarthing

[Paint 51]

William walks in, and sees the post, and simply writes "William Freefoot, Fishermen"

[Lord of the Nublets 92]

Falco sees the post on the noticeboard, and rights "Falco Millstone, ale brewer and distiller." on it.

[YouKnowItsJuno 269]

Ellie Underhill quietly shuffles over to the board and decides that woodcutting could be something she'd enjoy.

[Terra Booma 2]

Theo Underhill walks up and scribbles his name next to the farmer position.

[lιoɴ 248]

Pumpty bumps into the board with his huge pumpkin. He thinks for a bit then notes down "pumPTy BaRkfooOt sTreEt swEEpeR"

[Heff 2460]

Fumble has one of his smaller automatons lift him into the air so that he can write his name.

"Fum'le Willowbuttum! Town Tinkerererererererer."

The robot brings him to the ground and the two walk off to play a game of tag.

[cman64 66]

Fredegar walks up at writes- Fredegar mugwort: gatekeeper. He strolls away and hums to a joyful tune

[Magiik 20]

Rowen walks around Lenfarthing, enjoying the sights when he notices the posting. A quick read of it brings a smile to his face. "I was thinkin' abou' brewin' th' drinks, but I think I'd enjoy bein' th' carpenter."

Just to be sure, he signs Rowen Lightfoot by both positions, then wanders off to find an elder.

[Asian Thunder (John791) 1]

Elian, being typically absent-minded in his music, bumps into the post. "Oof! Who pu' tha' 'ere?" He reads it quickly, and smiles. "Hmm, ah dun' know if they'd accep' tavern bards." In his own curiosity, he writes "Tavern Bard", and signs his name, Elian Lightfoot.

[TheLonleyMulch 1]

           *Merri walks over to the list and reads it thoroughly, then mutters something about how he should take up the couriering again.

 

He looks at his bare feet and trots of to find an Elder after posting a note on the board exclaiming:

 

If not already taken, I would take so kindly to the job of mailman.

 

-Merriwether Pippin

[Aptrotta 162]

Bartley pats the squid on top of his head before snatching a quil up. His hand moves quickly across the board.

"Sherrif of Fashion- Bartley Wildpipe" he writes

[bork bork 9]

Oi' gimme a job and ill do i'! Pay me halv' in ale and halv' in Mina's!

*gives off a light chuckle*

[bork bork 9]

Oi' I self applied me-self in'o being a fisherman

[Moot 1719]

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