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Message: <blockquote data-quote="CanadienneBacon" data-source="post: 3247040" data-attributes="member: 11146">At the corkboard, the elf woman examining the billets glances down at Arden.  "Thank the Gods, someone here speaks my tongue."  The elf nods at Arden then reaches to pull up a chair so that the little gnome can better view the billets.  Continuing in elvish, the elf woman says, "I am Lynnya, Warder to the wilds.  I'm looking for work, but these damnable billets are written only for humans, in their tongue.  Do you see anything posted here that offers work tracking or in service as temporary protection for, say, a band of travelers or merchants?  Such is my skill."  Lynnya pats the wooden bow that curves and peeks from behind her shoulder.Arden has a look at the billets but, it being off the peak travel season, finds nothing that would fit what Lynnya described.  One advertisement seeks someone strong of arm to serve as nightwatchman down at the Pilot's Guild on the docks.  Another is a general billet that is ubiqitous and seeks entrants for the city's Guard.  Three billets offer employ to "comely maids who like to dance" at various entertainment establishments, most of them of ill repute.</blockquote>