Leolaka wanders into the Wild Surge Inn, with a piece of Hickory paper in his hand, takes out a quill and some ink, sets it neatly on the table, with his dinner and begins to write
Hiya mates!
I'm looking for any work avaliable for anyone that is possible by me. I want to be paid for my services of course. I am a decent alchemist and tailorist. I can also collect things for you people.
I can make tanning oils and tanning acids, along with gem polishing oils trivally.
Signed,
Leolaka.