Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20140503020704/@comment-11457306-20140504003836

Brihanna overheard the Courier speaking in the tavern she was hanging out in. Bleary with ale and lack of sleep it was a wonder she understood the man's words much less noticed him speaking. The room was starting to spin. He was talking to another man about his very important deliveries as he downed a mug and a bowl of stew. He was a simpleton with a face only a mother would love. She slid off her barstool and reeled over to their table, putting both hands down to steady herself and nearly doing a faceplant into the plate of cheese.

"Whre do cit?" she asked.

The simpleton and his ugly companion looked up at her. "Wut?"

Yes, he was a simpleton, she decided. "Where is the plaze?  Where thay meet?" she repeated more carefully, enunciating each word.

"Um, Chorrol?" replied the courier.

"Where in Cho-Rol? she asked.

"I dunno," the courier replied. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a tattered missive. She snatched it and read the blurred print. Funny how the ink had run...

"Tanks," she said, tossing the note back at him.

''A job. Thank the gods, a job.''  She had to get there fast.