In response to the aforementioned billet posted at the Halls of Healing inside the Temple of Madriel in Cauldron, two candidates in three days step forward, a human woman who reeks of Limburger cheese and has no identifiable skills other than pouring ale and serving meat pies at one of the local taverns, and an ancient human man--a retired gardener--of perhaps 75 years of age who claims he'd like away from his "nag of a wife" for a few weeks.
A day later, a bulky half-orc with the Guard treats with Aaron, Nyla, and Bollaron, and states that he'd like away from the Guard. Something about the half-orc, perhaps the overly interested gleam in his eye or the meaty set of his shoulders, seems off-putting. Edgar growls at the guardsman and when the half-orc bends over to scratch at a pimple on his leg, Bollaron catches sight of 13 notches carved quite purposefully in the man's leather belt.
On the fifth day, Sister Jalie brings word of a fourth interested applicant, a young woman whom she describes as a girl not noticeably beautiful, but graceful in her movements, with curious eyes that light alive in conversation with others. "She seems frail at first glance, but when you speak with her, mayhap you'll take note of her quality. A well-mannered demeanor, that one. If you'll not be having her, then I'll be inquiring with her whether she's wanting a cassock and to join Madriel. Like her that much, I do. Anyway, meeting's set for today at 6pm at the Tipped Tankard." With a curt nod, the slender halfling priestess collects the skirts of her robes and quits the lockshop to return to the temple.
At 6pm, Bollaron, Nyla, and Aaron trek to the Tipped Tankard, where Jax the barkeep nods his head at a very young woman sitting alone at a table. "She won't last long in this joint. Coupla fellers looking her way already, though she only just got here and sat down." The young lady is precisely as Sister Sweetvine described her--plain of face but with slim fingers and graceful set to her torso.
For her part, Meenah recognizes the trio who enters. Formerly a quartet with a human man well versed at arms, these are the Heroes of the City, at least according to the junk billets posted down at the lake pavillion. To read the latest in those public rags, these folk are responsible for singlehandedly saving Maavu's Imports from complete destruction at the horns of some sort of magical beast on a rampage in the city. Meenah also recognizes the priestess among the three as being sketched in the billets, with a banner under her face that read, "Cleric of Errol Rescues Children in Off Hours."