[A large notice, posted about the city. It is scribed in a fine hand, with a very artful edge to it.]

Mercenary seeking work within the city or outside it. Bodyguard, bounty hunting and standard combat work all acceptable, additional types of work may be undertaken upon negotiation. Price also subject to negotiation. See in person to discuss. Written responses to this notice will take longer to be responded to. Seek out a large man of eastern decent, wearing brown robes with a pair of scimitars.

Sabkhat the Younger.

[Below this named there is a Mulhorandi-styled hieroglyph, depicting a frowning cat. Below the cat, there is a very crudely and roughly drawn depiction of the sun, setting behind a pair of mountains. The drawing is rather akin to one a child or someone unused to writing would produce, and done in an obviously different hand than the rest of the note.]

Two people would take note of the posting on that day. The first, a young Mulhorandi priestess of Sharess, paused to read it with a little sigh. Again my people come, and still I wonder what that fortells.

There second is a man clad in black, approaching at nightfall. With nary a sound he stood beside the post, only a keen eye being able to spot him, and he copied down the notice. Circling the name on his copy he nodded to himself and crept stealthily away.

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Whomst've'll'd'mn't I play:
Salema Nefahri :: A penny for your thots
Zrae'a'stra'fryn :: That which nightmares are made of
Khasir :: From the East a storm is coming

Our people are warriors, not mercenaries.
If you seek us, come to Khem.
~ Meneskehet Chalthoum


A young Mulan woman, not one of the many noble priests, but bearing a symbol of Nephthys, pins it up. She looks uncommonly grim.

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Aly'dra Zau'ana: Priestessish Of Eilistraee
Danika Nefzen: Druid of the Earthmother
Delia Am'Anodel: Paladin of Torm

*Cedric reads the notes and copies them, his symbol of Osiris, as always, clearly seen*

Maybe of my people seem to be about, as I was told yet, I have found none that even recognize the symbol of my lord....its disturbing.

I really must make this trip to Khem, even if it is alone. Perhaps this fellow seeking work...or Ms. Zelly may know someone...

*He moves off looking around to see if he can finally find some of his people.*

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Ya see, long time ago, me father taught me somethin that be right true.
An amateur practices until they get it right. A professional practices till they can't get it wrong.
Dwarves are professionals at what we do.

*a letter is sent in response*

Dear Sabkhat,

it is my understanding that you are looking for work. I am currently hiring body guards and would like to evaluate your prowess for the job. if we could arrange a meeting for this that would be best.

Sincerly,

Lady Mela Bendt
*a family crest is stamped below*

[A response is tacked up, written in a different hand than the first message. This one is tight, curling and distinctly feminine].

Bendt. Contact me when you wish to hire me. I shall be around Cordor, or the Port City of Wharftown usually.

Sabkhat the Younger.

[Below is another rune of the sun setting between two mountains, drawn in the same crude hand as the first note's sigil. The Mulhorandi rune is noticeably absent].