Post by TheGratefulNed on Apr 24, 2008 23:14:33 GMT -5
The door of a modest, two-story rowhouse opens, allowing a bit of the dank, oily drizzle of the Sigilian morning into the entryway. Pulling up his cowl and adjusting the back of it to drape over the string of the crossbow hung on his back, Gl'Fnak emerges from his home and steps onto Scrivener's Way, only a block from the Hall of Records. Ensuring the door latches firmly behind him, the Cipher heads off down the street, his green shod hooves clicking sharply on the cobblestone streets of the Clerk's Ward.
After about half an hour of what would appear to most to be aimless wondering, the tiefling passes by Tensar's Employment Service where the bold announcement catches his eye. Without a second of hesitation Gl'Fnak pivots about and walks resolutely through the front entrance.
Spying the Guvner proprietor, the ashen-skinned half-fiend walks directly over to him. "The Ysgard trip still hiring?"
After about half an hour of what would appear to most to be aimless wondering, the tiefling passes by Tensar's Employment Service where the bold announcement catches his eye. Without a second of hesitation Gl'Fnak pivots about and walks resolutely through the front entrance.
Spying the Guvner proprietor, the ashen-skinned half-fiend walks directly over to him. "The Ysgard trip still hiring?"
