Mysaren awoke, and heard the crinkle of paper under her head. Right, the flyer. Good on her for remembering to leave it under her pillow. She did have somewhat of a pisspoor memory. She got up and quickly got dressed and ready, checking over her bags to make sure she had everything. A bit of money, some parchment, those old texts about the darkness or whatever ([i]the darkness calls[/i]) and yet something felt slightly off. Must've woken up on the wrong side of the bed today, she did.

She stepped out the door, making sure to keep her hood down as she strolled through the town towards the old garden district. The Silver Dagger was not the building she was expecting, not at all. She expected some grand building with banners and maybe a couple of fire breathers on the outside of it. It was pleasantly simple, something Mysaren found herself appreciating as she stepped towards the building. She heard voices (do you ever feel like you've been here before)  and her headache started up again as she followed them. Someone was calling someone else tiny. Surely it wasn't her. Mysaren wasn't exactly scary looking, but she was rather tall. So obviously there were at least two people here.

"Uh, pardon me." Mysaren said, approaching the door. Oh, well, perhaps the entire tiny thing was a joke. There was a woman standing there, a warrior type, and some lunkhead of a man. Something about him felt ([i]dangerous[/i])  almost warm, someone who had a bit more personality then they were letting on. "Uh, I do hope I'm not interuppting anything, but are you all here for the job offer?" She pulled out the flyer and held it up, making sure they were all on the same page.  The two could probably easily snap her like a twig, but if they were here for the job offer as well, they would probably be working together. If not, well, it is always a good idea to be nice ([i]the blood has been spilled he awaits[/i])  just in case. Nothing wrong with a bit of hospitality now and again.

Mysaren bounced patiently on her heels as she waited, keeping a close eye on the door the entire time. She took one hand off of the paper and moved it towards her sword, her mind racing with all the possiblities. Could be a trap. Could be some horrible faker that wrote the flyer and they could all be ([i]vessels[/i])  killed or attacked by monsters. Monsters seemed to run around here frequently often, and Mysaren was glad that she had never actually run into one before. She'd seen the damage they could do, people stumbling into the library with blood gushing from everywhere ([i]i wonder how it tastes[/i]). Maybe the supernatural aspects of the job could be a bit rough at times. Maybe she should leave.