Leona heard that someone in Hosenka needed help with their stables. She took advantage of a lull in activity over at Silver Wolf Guild Hall to go do some freelance work. Not every adventure had to be fraught with peril. Sometimes it was nice to do an easy job for some easy Jewels. The stench that assaulted her nose made Leona reconsider her choice of job.
"Hi there stranger! You must be the mage from Silver Wolf who answered my job offer!" A middle-aged man in a red plaid shirt and faded, well-worn overalls greeted her in a friendly manner. The sun was just starting to set. According to the job ad, the stables had to be cleaned before morning or the farmer would face a stiff fine.
"Yes. I'm the one." Leona said to him. She rolled up the right sleeve of her olive green t-shirt to show her guild tattoo. The man nodded and she rolled her sleeve down.
"I'm glad someone answered my ad. My workers up and quit on me! They quit on me right when I needed them the most!" The farmer lamented his ill fortune.
"But you don't have time to listen to a farmer go on and on about his problems. You're here for the job. It's really simple." He started.
"I need you to shovel the manure into a wheelbarrow, then roll it down to my field and dump it. I'll spread it out for you. Simple, right?" He asked rhetorically. Leona nodded. She had done similar work back home in Desierto.
"Good. I don't expect you to get your good clothes dirty, so go and grab a suit!" He said, pointing towards a small wooden shed painted white. Leona went in and found a yellow garment that looked a lot like a hazmat suit. She slipped it on over her normal clothes, then zipped it and put on a pair of tall boots already caked with manure.
"All right then. Looks like you're ready. Here's your shovel!" The farmer said, handing her the implement. Leona took it with her right hand. Nighttime was almost here. She had better get to it. He was counting on her.
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"Hi there stranger! You must be the mage from Silver Wolf who answered my job offer!" A middle-aged man in a red plaid shirt and faded, well-worn overalls greeted her in a friendly manner. The sun was just starting to set. According to the job ad, the stables had to be cleaned before morning or the farmer would face a stiff fine.
"Yes. I'm the one." Leona said to him. She rolled up the right sleeve of her olive green t-shirt to show her guild tattoo. The man nodded and she rolled her sleeve down.
"I'm glad someone answered my ad. My workers up and quit on me! They quit on me right when I needed them the most!" The farmer lamented his ill fortune.
"But you don't have time to listen to a farmer go on and on about his problems. You're here for the job. It's really simple." He started.
"I need you to shovel the manure into a wheelbarrow, then roll it down to my field and dump it. I'll spread it out for you. Simple, right?" He asked rhetorically. Leona nodded. She had done similar work back home in Desierto.
"Good. I don't expect you to get your good clothes dirty, so go and grab a suit!" He said, pointing towards a small wooden shed painted white. Leona went in and found a yellow garment that looked a lot like a hazmat suit. She slipped it on over her normal clothes, then zipped it and put on a pair of tall boots already caked with manure.
"All right then. Looks like you're ready. Here's your shovel!" The farmer said, handing her the implement. Leona took it with her right hand. Nighttime was almost here. She had better get to it. He was counting on her.
[Word Count: 365]