Near the Golden Willow, upon a vantage-point stood an amount of companions.
"Hear ye, hear ye all!" - yelled a singular Companion - two others at their sides - in a bleak manner. "Sellsword or jus' seekin' a proper job?! If loyalty and serving intent you suffer no lack of, then come hither at once! The merry Proconsular Companions are lookin' fo Ailor from any gender to serve our altruistic Proconsul's cause!" - The tall Companion emitted a few utter coughs in quick succession, then soon just continued to pant in order to catch her breath.
"In addendum! Sellsword from from all of Regalia! The Proconsul calls to ye' all. If a job or assignment is all your lot needs, then contact either the Companions' Praetors or the Proconsul himself! Loyalty and competent work will not be left unnoticed!"
"In the Everwatch, all will atone!"
Thereafter, the Companions departed...
Several flyers and posters would also be scattered about various points of Regalia, all bearing the same speech in written form. Each donning the following signature 'Praetor Perein-Vixe'.
Thereafter, the Companions departed...
Several flyers and posters would also be scattered about various points of Regalia, all bearing the same speech in written form. Each donning the following signature 'Praetor Perein-Vixe'.
