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It was a brisk morning, the sun had just began to come up. Rays of sunlight were slowly peaking up from the horizon to bring life unto the city. There was a light gust that brought in a fairly cold wind, winter would be on it's way soon enough. Some flocks of birds could be seen already making their trip to warmer pastures. Few townsfolk were lining the streets, getting ready for a busy weekend. 

Just on the edge of town, a merchant vessel, loaded down with building supplies, was pulling into the stables. A large hairy ox was pulling the cart, all by its lonesome. At the reigns was a merchant, Lexicus Thoren to be precise, with his short blonde hair beginning to shine as the sun had struck him. It was the day of progress for him. Flyers had been distributed to the local recruiting hubs and job postings for an armed escort job with business opportunities from a start up company that supposedly was a big business. It was time to meet up with whomever was going to show for the position. Considering how the first job posting had started, there wasn't high hopes.

It took some time to remove the harness and unhitch the large ox creature from it spot on the cart, grab a satchel of trade bars and a bag full of documents, pay for the spot in the stables, and pay a bit extra trade bars to add security to the cart's contents, not really that it was needed but it kept questions from arising. Lexicus, donning his regular light plate, was starting to shine some as the sun was reflecting off his armor. The walk to the recruiting site was not going to take too long but he wanted to make sure he beat the rush of folk flocking to the streets. That and being punctual was his preferred style. 

Lexicus had informed the recruiting hubs to direct anyone that was interested to a local tavern so that way the merchant could get to know the folk he would be working with more intimately and in an open and very informal setting. After all, Lexicus was looking for potential long term employees as well as bodyguards and mercs to work with. All anyone had to go on was his name and a brief description of what he looked like.

After a good short 'hike' around the town, Lexicus had came to the tavern, had ordered a large table for business meeting, paid up for the inconvenience of having to set up such a table, and had paid for the tavern's time for hosting an event. It would be a little expense that would be paid back after he would finally get set up in his location for the site. For now, Lexicus ordered a light drink of non-alcoholic house special, in this case being a cold mug of some kind of pint, smooth enough, but not very strong in alcohol. It was close enough. 

The blonde haired merchant took the time to sit back, take a breather, and compose his sales pitch to anyone that was coming to the business opportunity. It was his hope that he'd get a few bites and could have enough people to not have to call in off world talent to get started. Though, he'd already called for a meeting with his other talents, just in case things went sideways at this meeting. It was still fairly early in the morning to really make a call. Lexicus put a lot of hope into this job, he was hoping it would pay off, for now he waited for anyone to answer the posting he set.

 

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The Silver Ticket Company is Hiring Talent

    That's right, if you have experience in escort duty, bodyguard services, mercenary work, or are looking for a good place to start, apply today.

    Non-combative oriented? No Problem, the Silver Ticket Company is also looking to staff its facilities with cooks, maids/servants, recruiters, laborers, crafters, and plenty of other opportunities for those less inclined to spill blood.

    Though we are mostly taking in hired combat talent, we are also looking for individuals looking to join in on a large business opportunity to become a part of a network of services and goods.

    Requirements:

    Must be willing to learn

    Must be willing to work

    Will teach new combatants if need be but will pay more for combat experienced talent.

    Benefits:

    Complimentary Breakfasts

    Competitive Wages

    Access to the Facility itself

    Free usage of the Company's Training Programs and Mentorship

    Regular Hours/ Self Set hours for Combat Hands

 

 

The flyer was folded back up and slipped into a dark green jacket as the man stood staring up at the tavern’s sign. This was definitely the place, here where new adventures and means to make money were to be had alongside meat and mead that might help keep a person warm after coming in from the outside chill. It wasn’t that cold, not by a gust, but the wind was a sure sign that winter was coming. Bring on the cold. Bring on the gold. With that, Agamus Celentis opened the door and stepped in.

 

Interiors typical to any tavern were not lost on this one. He paid little heed to the few individuals presently within, mainly staff like yawning servers and a bartender checking bottles on the shelves. Finally, Agamus’ gaze wandered over a large table and a man sitting at it, with hair as long and as blond as his own and who was in armor no less, and all on his lonesome. That was about to change. One prospect of more to come paced over to the table and pulled out a chair nearest his new employer. As Agamus took a seat he laid the flyer on the table and opened its words up.

 

“Lexicus Thoren, I presume. I’m Agamus Celentis.” He kept table manners within his tone while he pointed at a line of text on the flyer. “This part about complimentary breakfastsdoes that apply now or later? I missed my own this early in the morning and I could do with a pot of coffee and eggs and bacon to go with it.”

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Lexicus was a moment in thought before he heard the sound of boots hitting the floorboards. His eyes looked up, seeing the figure start coming his way. The first one in, and so far, sizing up the guy there was some hope. He kept quite for the time, waiting for the man to speak. The confirmation of his flyer was all he needed to show a slight grin on his face.

"Agamus Celentis." It was a name that didn't quite roll off the tongue, but it helped to keep in his memory, "Nice to meet you. Go ahead, I bared full intention of paying for anyone whom had not quite gotten the daily nourishment. Please, get your fill and inform them at the bar that you are in my company. I cannot have potential associates in discomfort as we speak freely of the proposition in question." 

It was a sudden realization that his manner of speaking was going to become an issue. It wasn't that he was attempting to show boat his vocabulary, it was simply that it was his regular means of speaking. If the need arose, he would attempt to convey his words in a more toned down fashion.

Lexicus brought a hand to his face. His thumb nail rested under his chin, his forefinger resting just under his temple and his middle finger crossed over his mouth while the remaining two fingers on his hand curled softly towards the floor. Curiosity was portrayed on Lexicus's face. 

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Lexicus did well to oblige his prospect's request, and at that Agamus clapped his hands and waved a waitress over. Why go to the bar when the server can come to you? This one was a frown one moment and a smile the next as she caught her customer’s gesture and put on her friendliest face. A comely girl but no older than twenty. Her customer had maybe fifteen years ahead of her.

 

“Good morning, miss.” He smiled back, glancing at a menu without opening it and deciding to hope for the best. “I’ll take a pot of coffee, house is fine or Genesarian East if you have it, two slices of wheat toast, one smoked trout, three eggs over medium and four rashers of bacon. Burn it until it turns black. Oh, and a banana.”

 

Closing the order, the waitress clicked her pen and headed off. Agamus drummed his fingers on the table, spending a moment in silence to study the man sitting before him. Lexicus Thoren. Five or ten years younger than me. Armored up in a tavern and probably anywhere else outside of it. Leading a company into armed service. Is he capable of it? Sometimes it took just one look at someone’s face to judge their capability, sometimes one look wasn’t enough. Agamus was uncertain here. 

 

One thing that this Lexicus Thoren had going for him was the apparent nature of the Silver Ticket Company. There were organizations out there that cared little for what the contract carried—fight for this army, kill this person, raid this village—but if the flyer was anything to go by then this man had a share of scruples up his sleeve. Maybe.

 

“So, about the proposition in question,” Agamus maintained a conversational tone. “What can you tell me about the Silver Ticket Company that your flyer does not? Ignoring cooks, crafters and cleaners for now, let's take escort duty, bodyguard services, mercenary work—these are the kinds of jobs that any outfit from Hell’s Gate to Ursa Madeum are offering. What makes your company the one to work for?”

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Lexicus sat and listened to Agamus order. 'He chose to order from his seat instead of go and order. Good the man is a free thinker, that's a good quality to have around. He knows what he's looking for as well. Possibly from experience. Though it could be a sign of laziness, but after all he is here and willing to sign up for some work.' 

Lexicus eyed the waitress, taking in the locals and if there was any customs he'd missed. Manners of speaking and all of that. After all, the place wasn't his home but he was starting to make it feel like it. He needed someone to help him learn the land as well as the people, more than anything. Regaining magical strength and having a solid footing were highly important at this step of expanding the company. 

It was after Agamus spoke again did gravity set in and the 'real' man giving the offer stepped in. Lexicus gave a smirk that turned into a smile before answering the question presented to him. "An astute question. I will not be coy with you since you bare wisdom enough to ask a question such as that. As with most outfits, our company offers competitive salary, we do not think it fair to offer our workers anything less than what they are valued at. You seem like you are more interested in 'what do I gain' from working at Silver Ticket, the thing that sells over folks. A web of connects. I understand that does not sound very useful to some people, as they only care about money or a name and nothing more. However, the Silver Ticket has a vast majority of connections with various people from all walks of life, including a retired assassin turned alchemist, old druids, shamans, a highly versed transportation mage to name a few. We count many smiths in our ranks as well as various merchants and even a few former crime bosses. The pool of connections the company possess is our greatest asset." 

Lexicus stopped for the moment letting the answer sit before he would decide whether to continue or to answer any questions that would follow. The pale ale in front of the blonde merchant came sliding over than pouring down his throat for a light sip. It became a hard game of 'how much do I lead on now and how much do I lead on later'. Loyalty was a big factor in this game and so far, nothing was on the table to be lost on either side other than time.

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As the Silver Ticket’s ticket holder went about expounding all of the reasons why someone should obtain a ticket for himself Agamus sat back with half a smile on his face. Where the lips were a rigid line there was no telling what reservations were sealed between them; doubt and disinterest might have danced together like two lovers on a balcony with the world beneath them. On the other hand, the corner of the lips that curved upward peaked with amusement; there were indeed two dancers at this table, two men who tangoed with words and meanings of words, including words spoken and words still sealed between lips. He speaks like someone in a boardroom negotiating a bid. Like a merchant. Fitting, then—Lexicus Thoren was a merchant. 

Listening intently while appearing to listen a little more indifferently, Agamus drummed his fingers away and propped his other arm over the backrest of an adjacent chair. ‘What do I gain?’ was a question that any idiot ought to ask when it came to putting themselves at risk for a company, whether they were armed with a lance or with a ladle, and “competitive salary” was quite cryptic and right there on the flyer. Matching silver for silver was competing, but did the Silver Ticket match silver for gold? Agamus mused on the figures; his four fingers weren’t drumming enough digits away to match the figures that he had in mind.

When Lexicus spoke of a 'web of connects’, those fingers stopped moving, the same moment that he caught a waitress move from the corner of his eye. The young lady walked back toward the table with a tray that appeared to contain everything that her patron had expected. He met his host’s gaze, staring into Mr. Thoren’s eyes like one wolf to another. The challenge was keeping the other in his seat by the time the first stopped talking. Lexicus just stopped talking.

“Here you go, sir!” The waitress set down the pot of coffee and a mug to go with it along with some creamer cups and sugar packets. “Kitchen’s working on your food. Should be out shortly. Need anything else?”

Her smile looked as strained as her gaze above the black bags beneath her eyelids, but Agamus reckoned that at any other hour she might have hoped for a wink. “Just your name.” He smiled, pouring himself a cup and ignoring the cream and sugar. A steaming sip settled on his tongue; bold, black, bittersweet dark cocoa from the steel-cut beans of eastern Genesaris. “So that I can thank you properly.”

The girl’s lips spread upward at both corners. “Delita.”

“Thank you, Delita. I am Agamus. That will be all for now.” He lifted a hand of thanks as she dipped her head and left them. He took another sip, slow and leisurely, measuring his words after digesting Lexicus’ own. 

“Assassins. Alchemists. Mages and merchants. With all this diversity, you’re either running a circus or a conglomerate. Jesting aside, Silver Ticket is sounding less like your run of the mill free company and more like an organization with more aims than one. A credit to its combat talent and cooking talent, I'm sure.” Any entity that offered more avenues to money than go-here-kill-them-get-drunk-do-it-again was one with a greater purpose, and that presumption was only more plausible with such colorful characters operating within said entity. People from all walks of life, he says. Hmm.

“The thing is, for you to sell me with anything besides money, so this ‘web of connects’ as you say, I would need to have a reason to need connections. A lone wolf doesn’t join the pack unless it doesn’t want to be alone. What you offer is companionship, camaraderie—unity. The likes of which a number of individuals wouldn’t be all that interested in where all they want is to get paid and be left alone.” He sighed.

“But, granted, most of those individuals also don’t care how they get paid, as long as they do. Something tells me, then, that the Silver Ticket Company stands for more than the sum of its parts, and has a goal or a set of goals hidden between the words of this flyer before us both...” 

Agamus took another long sip and set the mug back down, tapping a finger against the rim, but his eyes did not waver as they gazed upon Lexicus. A deep look of cold steel from his two gray eyes. Then, out of nowhere, he cracked a grin and shrugged. “But that’s all cream and sugar to a coffee that doesn’t need any! Ah, I’m just making conversation. You had me at competitive . . . “ Trailing off, he raised a brow at the flyer to remind himself. “ . . . Wages. And, of course, breakfast.”

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Lexicus had his attention pulled from Agamus as the waitress came by and the two had their little conversation. It broke tension for a brief moment, giving the man a moment to take a deep breath. Instead of responding when the other man at the table would speak, Lexicus waited until he was finished before taking a chance to respond. 

What he was saying was true, his organization, on the surface, sounded like a circus or conglomerate. In truth, his company was more into grabbing jobs from various contacts and gaining resources it would need. Such as in this very moment as they spoke, a representative of the company was already gaining a foothold to begin supplying the start up location with metals. That wasn't the only thing going on, there were a number of other representatives going around gaining supplies or standing and even a strong friend of the company was getting a list compiled of things he needed to get done in his own kingdom. This wasn't his only operation going on, no, this man had nearly 12 other things going on, gaining ground on this world as these two men spoke of a simple job offer that could gain anyone interested a very solid position in very large company that expanded further than just this world.

'His' company, it was about opportunity for talent, less of what was in it for the man at the top and more focused on gaining new talent and learning new things from anyone involved. After all, these little jobs meant nothing other than to have fame coming in for the name of Silver Ticket. The small payouts these jobs had meant nothing to the man involved with running it all. Money was never the goal, it was finding information. Information on people, on places, the worlds, the crafts, anything and everything, that was the core goal. If any of that sparked the man's interest, than the game turned around and the man holding the strings of the company would extend a more personal greeting. 

It was hard not to chuckle as this man spoke of the Silver Ticket and of how it had goals that extended further than just a mercenary management company. If he knew the extent of that statement. The thing that would always make a sale on the position hard was that the company didn't take as much as others. This often made people skeptical and question how the company stayed ahead. After all, it wasn't like these jobs didn't pay the company in some form or another, nor was it true that the company had negative returns. In fact the company itself was doing incredibly well off with it's other worlds. Of course this was all information that wasn't easily given to anyone. Lexicus simply smiled as Agamus spoke. It was as he thought, the man was more keen than he'd expected.

'A lone wolf, wouldn't be the first time I'd worked with those kinds of folks.' As he spoke of his position and where this man would sit in the grand scheme of things as it pertained to the company, Lexicus simply remained cheerful. If this man didn't want the pay he would have walked off or never showed. It was good hearing the man was on board, however, even after he had spoken all of this spiel about how someone of his background would normally not take a job like this. "Good to have you on board than. I would be lying if I were to say that I am anything less than glad to have you on board. After all you bare the wind of a man who'd seen more than his fair share of combat. If we are simply making conversation until other prefects decide to arrive, why not tell me more about yourself. So far it is clear to me that you are at least wizened in terms of companies such as the one I am presenting. A mercenary contracting service, guild, or which ever terminology you wish to present it under. My money would tell me you are a former sell sword at the very least, perhaps even former soldier if I was to branch a bit further."

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outside the tavern a wind was blowing, the currents lead the air up to the roof of a nearby building, where a large figure tasted the scents with a long tongue, comparing them to what was on a flyer the figure was holding in clawed hands, when the creature tasted what it was looking for, it swam down on a wave of wind, zooming straight for the tavern.

a strong gust of wind blew straight into the tavern from the front door, throwing small objects around and knocking a few things over and then ending as suddenly as it came. 
"soft bodies defies understanding, you offers to give understanding alongside something that makes sense to a person.  This one wishes to gain understanding of how to identify 'evils' as distinction seems arbitrary yet held as vital.  In return, this one will do as asked to hunt predators beyond soft bodies." looking up, This thing is hanging from the ceiling on four legs as if they were standing on the floor.  slitted, yellow eyes stare directly at lexicus, as the creature's long tongue grasps one of the silver ticket flyers.

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The silver ticket calls. The woman once known as the Black Annal of the dissolved Blackspear Cartel had turned up in front of this certain tavern. She only came her out of curiosity and of her incessant desire to move forward. The cartel may have once been her home but not anymore. Now she's no longer that terrorist/criminal/public enemy but just a simple woman in need of work, a normal person going by the name of Annalea Teleon. 

It just so happens that her arrival was met with a rather ridiculous turn of events. The weird gust of wind, the strange creature that forced itself into the tavern, the absurdity of it all. Definitely weird.

However, Annalea, or Fat Anna to most people, was unperturbed with such a development. She merely shrugged in response and trailed after the creature's wake and into that waiting man (Lexicus).

Grabbing a nearby chair, Fat Anna sat took a seat on that man's table and showed her ticket. "Is this yours?"

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Agamus diverted his gaze to the black pool in his cup as he held the mug to his chest between sips. Lexicus’ tongue had maintained the twists and turns that one would expect if this table they both sat at were indeed a conference table and this tavern were a board room. It was difficult to deduce whether the merchant man was genuinely pleased by and interested in anything that Agamus had told him, and if the wind that the latter supposedly bore was really just the smoke being blown his way and up his rear end. Eyes might have revealed the truth, but he didn’t want to spare his so much as let his ears do the deciphering. Sellsword. Soldier. Scout. Slayer. I’m running out of S-words.

 

Just then, the tavern’s door swung open as wind that was anything but metaphorical rushed in, causing nearby chairs to wobble and cups and plates to fall from a tabletop and shatter on the floor. Agamus watched the elderly couple of fellow patrons as they moaned and frowned at this terrible turn of events, their breakfast given to the floorboards. The culprit of this mess was a black lizard something the size of a tiger, one that clung to the ceiling and had a tongue that rivaled any CEO’s. ‘This one’, it speaks as it refers to itself. Great. Not another one.       

 

As Lexicus went about responding to his visitor, and no doubt the tavern’s staff went about reacting to the very real situation of a creature barging in and knocking things over unannounced and such, another creature came in behind the first. A ‘creature’ based on the brilliance of her obesity, if nothing else. This one also had four limbs, two of which were walked on like any normal person and a third that held out a flyer. Apparently this action was some sort of standard operating procedure. Agamus had only shown his to assure himself that breakfast was indeed complementary. Speaking of…

 

It wasn’t quite time yet but soon enough he would be treated to a breakfast of his own that would have utterly no place on the floor. For now, he topped off his cup and slurped loudly, if only to add to the foolery of the situation. Well, guess these two are going to be my partners in crime. Or is it partners in crime-fighting? Their fearless leader had addressed some questions to Agamus that went unanswered and Agamus kept it that way for now. There were two other voices that needed attention and a third one would just further confuse the confusion.    

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It was in watching Agamus that his eyes started to wonder what magic this man knew, if any. Had he been a bit well versed, than he'd know on the spot. Unfortunately he was in the dark. Not that magic was all that important for his overall performance of the job, it never hurt to know if anyone was a caster. Before he could really travel down that train of though a gust of wind blew in from outside bringing with it discord. Tables and chairs flew off, the sounds of plates falling and crashing as well as mugs and cups of various drinks, both alcoholic and not. Lastly was the irritated cries of anger from the patrons and the few screams from the event happening. The culprit, hanging from the ceiling, announced that he was here for the position.

Lexicus brought a palm to his face to cover his displeasure. 'By the gods now I have to pay for all this...silver lining, it's a glider and not an elemental..could have been a harpy, would have made things much more troublesome. Or a dragon...' For now it was a glider lizard-folk. That he could handle. His speech however would take some time for everyone else to catch on. "This soft body asks you to not use that one's ability to command the winds while both soft bodies and that one are within places of civility. This soft body also hopes that one is comfortable there upon the ceiling, if that one is not within comfort, this one asks you find comfort so we may speak." Lexicus did not want to look up just yet, he was running the numbers of how much this was going to cost in his head. It wasn't looking good. After he did look up, Lexicus was greeted by another. His eyes took in the woman's features and part of his brain was hoping she was part giant or something.

"Yes, yes it is. Glad to see another person here as well. For a moment I was beginning to wonder if this investment would become more fortuitous than my last biter. However you all are here. Make yourselves comfortable while I go and attest to the issues our exotic visitor has presented." Lexicus slid back to rise from his seat. He would go and address the issues with the owner. In his hand was a purple gem, hard to notice unless one was focused on what was between his fingers. An amethyst, he'd loath using a gem to straighten the situation out but here he was, paying up front for the meals and the trouble. 

"Take the gem, it should be more than enough to cover the troubles and the time, and the food that we will use. My dearest apologizes for the damages and the suffering. I will conduct our party in a more controlled manner I swear." Before there was an answer to his statements, Lexicus had turned around and made his way back to the table. "Madame, treat yourself to a breakfast if you need to. As for you," Lexicus showed some disdain in his voice as he turned to face the lizard that was the cause of all of the current situation, "this one informs that one of the offer of placing an order for food with the soft body at the counter. The soft bodies there also offer liquids for nourishment. This one requests that one makes the most of the offer and fill that one's belly to contempt." 

Lexicus took his spot at the table again, sitting back down with a sigh. Once he sat down, the merchant realized he might have to explain why he was speaking that way towards the lizard folk. In truth he'd dealt with lizard folk on multiple occasions, as with nearly every race. The more he didn't have to share the better off he would be. For now he would turn back to Agamus and crack a smile and try to laugh off the situation, "Another normal day in the business."

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"soft bodies cannot handle wind, this information has achieved understanding."  The creature flipped off of the ceiling onto the floor next to the table, despite their size, the landing made no sound as the giant lizard now stood higher than 7 feet tall (or at least how high the ceiling was).

"there is knowledge that soft bodies label the individual, to advance cultural exchange the individual has gained a label to bring ease to soft body speech.  as I is one which hunts and consumes, I shall respond to the label of 'Jaw Finder'"  'Jaw Finder' did not seem to notice any of the disdain that lexicus showed, as even though Jaw was tall, it seemed a lot of human concepts would just go over their head.  Jaw looked over at the other two people at the table. they both seemed interesting and different from the soft bodies Jaw had seen around cities, they probably had interesting flavors to them, but were probably not 'evils' so would remain unknown. 

Jaw Finder decided to walk over to the counter to try what the soft bodies ate.  as Jaw Finder walked, their steps made no sound and their claws left no visible marks on the floor, even as they stepped on anything from a broken plate to a puddle of booze, nothing. Jaw FInder stopped in front of the counter looming over the person tending to it.  "I places an order for food" Jaw Finder said, watching as the person behind the counter poured a cup of something and then put it in front of Jaw Finder while telling them that a 'meat platter' would take a while and that it will be brought to the table Jaw Finder can feel aggression from the person but doesn't view the person as fearsome.  Jaw Finder remembers to acknowledge and looks down at the liquid, they extend their tongue to taste it only to find that it is some combination of water and poison, why can't soft bodies be normal.  Jaw Finder walks back to the table, leaving the poison water behind, and just sits down on a chair sideways to better accommodate their tail.

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The rather large woman mumbled her thanks at the Silver Ticket man and began hollering for her meal. It would not do well for her to keep her stomach empty for a very long time not that those thin and sickly people will ever understand. Producing a rather dirty handkerchief from her pockets, the woman vigorously wiped off the persistent beads of sweat that stream continuously down her skin. Even a simple walk was more than enough to send her sweating like a sinner in church.

It did not take long for her meal to arrive. Well more like a series of meals as she can only be satisfied with a particular volume of food, a volume directly proportional to her body size. She gorged herself on the free food with nary a care for the world or for the disgusted faces of the nearby patrons. There is nothing that tastes better than food bought by another person's money.

Pausing from her rather sloppy feeding program, the fat woman eyed Lexicus. "So, tell me more about your organization?"

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It would still take some time for Lexicus to be at least content with the situation. A flying lizardfolk that has a unique ability to control winds and a woman whom he was still certain was part hill giant were going to be possibly representing the company. His silver lining in all this, the blonde merc was already on board. It would take a moment to compose himself before he would respond to the large woman that had absorbed her meal. "Silver Ticket is an organization that has recently expanded and is looking to recruit both combat hands as well as civic hands to help keep the site running with cooks, inn keepers, maids, and any other labor I can use on hand. We are mostly looking for combat hands to help pick up contracts and to fulfill the current list of jobs that have come into our possession as of late. This is, after all, the short handed version. The long winded version is simple. Silver Ticket is what one would call a 'communications' company at the core. We communicate with multiple merchants, multiple contractors, multiple branches, and multiple suppliers to fulfill the demands of our workers, our combat hands, our merchants, contractors, suppliers, and the other companies that we branch out to. That need comes in many different forms. Whether it be weapons to stock shelves, combat hands to take care of rising issues, materials to supply our multiple crafters so they can make their works, or it be as simple as information from scouting or from gathering tomes. Does that answer your question?"

Though it was long winded it was the answer that he decided to give to catch them up to speed.

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"Silver Ticket is an organization that has recently expanded and is looking to recruit both combat hands as well as civic hands to help keep the site running with cooks, inn keepers, maids, and any other labor I can use on hand. We are mostly looking for combat hands to help pick up contracts and to fulfill the current list of jobs that have come into our possession as of late. This is, after all, the short handed version. The long winded version is simple. Silver Ticket is what one would call a 'communications' company at the core. We communicate with multiple merchants, multiple contractors, multiple branches, and multiple suppliers to fulfill the demands of our workers, our combat hands, our merchants, contractors, suppliers, and the other companies that we branch out to. That need comes in many different forms. Whether it be weapons to stock shelves, combat hands to take care of rising issues, materials to supply our multiple crafters so they can make their works, or it be as simple as information from scouting or from gathering tomes. Does that answer your question?"

The fat woman puckered her lips. The man did give her a lot of stuff but is severely lacking. Gulping down a tankard of beer, the woman made her reply.

"Yes, I can handle most of those. However, we still need something from you. Tell us more about the organization itself, its ideals and purpose. Not just your needs. My participation hinges on your answer to this question."

While she waited for the man's reply, the obese woman would continue devouring meal after meal.

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