Here you go, sorry it is late I had computer troubles, and then the Holiday had me offline.
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Terry wakes with the sunrise and performs her morning prayers. There's a knock on her door during them and she stands and answers the door.
"Miss Terry?" inquires a young girl. She is in her late teens, twenty at the most. Her clothing is worn, handed down perhaps from an older sibling, but clean.
"Ah, Jorleen, here about the job? Please come in." Terry says. "What did Miss Hanadroum tell you about what I need?"
"Miss Hanadroum said you was lookin' to find a chamber maid. I know sewin' an' washin' an' cleanin', Miss Terry."
"That's exactly what I need," Terry says. "The thing is. I don't need a chamber maid every day. Some days I'll be out of town and there would be nothing for you to do. Likewise, I don't need someone to help me dress." She points at her armor. "I'm guessing you haven't much experience with putting on armor. And I don't need, or frankly want, someone fussing over me as I get dressed anyway. And I don't need you to blow out my lamp at night."
"I see, Ma'am." Jorleen answers twisting at the ties of her belt.
Terry resists the urge to say "you can just call me Terry." Jorleen is young and she didn't want her getting into a habit that some nobles would beat her for. "So, I'm paying 3 sp each day I'm here and chores need performing. And days when I'm not here, you'll get a 5 cp retainer."
"Ma'am is quite generous," she says with sincerity.
"So I'm actually not going to be around today. But as this is your first day, I do have some washing that needs done." Terry points to her set of clothes she is not wearing. "And you should wash these beddings. Ask the innkeeper where you can do the laundry. Also, sweep up this floor. Let me introduce you to the innkeeper so she knows you are allowed in my room."
After they do this, they return to the room where Terry finishes getting her adventuring stuff together and her armor on. "Okay, good luck. I don't know if I'll be back in the morning so just stop by to see if I'm here. Here's you 3 sp for the day. I trust you'll finish your work with proper diligence."
"Yes, ma'am," Jorleen says eyeing the silver pieces like she's never seen so much money before.
"Don't disappoint me or Miss Hanadroum, Jorleen," Terry says as she leaves to meet the others for breakfast.
[sblock=Jorleen's Story]
Talking to Miss Hanadroum after your bath about anyone in town who could do some light maid service, the older woman tells you of poor Jorleen Splinder. She was married and her husband disappeared and is believed dead, Jorleen is so young no one in town calls her Widow Splinder. Her husband of three years was in a plowing accident and lost his arm. Unable to farm properly, or at least well enough on his own, Jorleen's husband tried his hand at adventuring locally. He has not been heard of in over a year so is believed to be dead.
Jorleen was going to try and join the Mirabar caravan and see if she could work her way to Waterdeep, and employment. Terry's offer is a relief to the young lady who doesn't wish to have to leave her hometown, for a city full of strangers.[/sblock]