[*Signed shakily*]

Whoever it may concern,

Enclosed is one hundred shillings, which I am hoping to exchange for the right to wear leather armour.

*Signed shakily*

-Sally, Delivery Woman

[*Signed shakily*]

Whoever it may concern,

Today's work for the community consisted of collecting wool, producing cloth and making them into bandages for Cove Hospital and Cove Healers. I went on foot to Yew Sheep Pens, where I began my work. The sheep were fast and didn't want to be sheared in the winter, but I was faster.



I dragged the sacks of wool back to Memorial Square and set to work, spending quite a while weaving my way through all the wool. My outcome was four hundred and fifty bandages, which I shall be handing to either Miss Madeline or an Army Officer.

*Signed shakily*

-Sally, Delivery Woman

[*Scribbled at the bottom of the page*-Sally]

*Sally digs this task out from the bottom of a pile in the Town Hall, reads over it and gets to work*

Whoever it may concern,

I decided to bring this back to light, as those guardsmen are looking a little thin. It was into the afternoon when I put together the food packages, but many of the guardsmen had seemingly not eaten yet. Due to this, I made brunch which consisted of:

*A pitcher of Cow's Milk
*Three Sausages
*Two Eggs
*Some Rashers of Bacon
*Three Apples



Food packages were freshly cooked and handed out to three guardsmen:

A Senior Grenadier
A Senior Guardsman
A Junior Scout

I hope these brunches helped the guardsmen on their duties until supper time!

*Scribbled at the bottom of the page*
-Sally

This is useful. Thank you.

[*A signature is scruffily present*]

They're dodgy, aye. But then again, in this business, who isn't dodgy? The not-so-dodgy ones are the ones you've got to watch the most, I say. If it involves more coin, perhaps we should do it. If it perhaps moves us along a bit, perhaps we should do it. We can't expect to be riddled with no danger through the entirity of our lives with the nature of the job we do.

Gving this a go could ultimately be the best thing we ever did, or the worst. I'd prefer to die later rather than sooner myself mind, so I think I'm on the path with the shifty fellas if that's what Kiran's gone and signed us all up for. Would be nice to have had a little respect though, and been told about what the actual deal was beforehand. We were thrown in the deep end, lads. If all goes rear-ends-up, I'm sure we could either individually or together devise a plan to potentially get ourselves out of the mess.

*A signature is scruffily present*
-Sally

*A half-drunken note has been scrawled back in reply...*

Not at all. Do as you wish with my findings.

I'll continue to do what I can on-shift tomorrow in the Goblin.

-Sally

[(All of the posts in this new thread are letters and findings sent directly to Kiran's Office.)]

(All of the posts in this new thread are letters and findings sent directly to Kiran's Office.)

Dear Man Of The Month,

This afternoon, I grasped an opportunity which I thought could be built on. We have been attempting to raise anger in that of Corporal Trefynwyd. I instead thought it may be an idea to start digging at the Officer Cadet, Shadowhand. Here is the effect I had:



I gave him my views from a mere Citizen's point of view, elaborating on the effects that this lack of evidence and paranoia has had on Serpernt, and how it is not fair for them to offload him onto us tavern workers. As a result of our conversation, he stormed out of the tavern with another Scout, looking more than fairly distressed. I gave them a minute before I followed to see where they had gone. When I finally found one of the scouts, he was preparing for something, although I do not yet know what...

Let's hope things brew up a bit more.

*Signed shabbily*

-Sally

[*This large note has been written rather shakily and dropped outside the Covian Barracks*]

Here is a copy of the notice I scribed and left outside the Army Barracks:

*This large note has been written rather shakily and dropped outside the Covian Barracks*

To whomever it may concern,

A few eve’s ago, my eyes happened to fall upon a man in the tavern. He looked extremely unhappy, and exceedingly drunk. This would not alarm me, unless I had heard of his circumstance, which I unfortunately have.

Thrown from his squad with no reason nor cause? Who would do such a thing? There has been no evidence created or revealed to show anyone that this man is less worthy than any other being for belonging to the Light Company! I am not amused, as this man is surely not, also. I am aware that many notes have been strewn about the place regarding this matter, but I must say that he is still looking mighty depressed and the gossip is still larger than life.

I do not know who committed this deed, but I shall have plenty to say to them, whoever it may have been. Preposterous. I regret having to tend to a fellow so down and out of spirits. Let the man be a shadow stalker again, I say! Being a taxman is nay illegal, and conveying it is surely an attack on the Baron himself? Perhaps this has been a large mistake which was the result of particular individual’s excessive paranoia? We shall not know until we are given evidence!

*Signed in small and scruffy lettering*
-A Fellow Covian.

[OOC: Please may I just remind people that this letter is not signed, therefore no-one would have a clue who has written it. Also, these notes on this matter are not a personal attack on any play froman OOC perspective. /OOC]

*Signed again on this version of the note, equally as scruffy*
-Ocean

[*This large note has been written rather shakily and dropped outside the Covian Barracks*]

*This large note has been written rather shakily and dropped outside the Covian Barracks*

To whomever it may concern,

A few eve’s ago, my eyes happened to fall upon a man in the tavern. He looked extremely unhappy, and exceedingly drunk. This would not alarm me, unless I had heard of his circumstance, which I unfortunately have.

Thrown from his squad with no reason nor cause? Who would do such a thing? There has been no evidence created or revealed to show anyone that this man is less worthy than any other being for belonging to the Light Company! I am not amused, as this man is surely not, also. I am aware that many notes have been strewn about the place regarding this matter, but I must say that he is still looking mighty depressed and the gossip is still larger than life.

I do not know who committed this deed, but I shall have plenty to say to them, whoever it may have been. Preposterous. I regret having to tend to a fellow so down and out of spirits. Let the man be a shadow stalker again, I say! Being a taxman is nay illegal, and conveying it is surely an attack on the Baron himself? Perhaps this has been a large mistake which was the result of particular individual’s excessive paranoia? We shall not know until we are given evidence!

*Signed in small and scruffy lettering*
-A Fellow Covian.

[OOC: Please may I just remind people that this letter is not signed, therefore no-one would have a clue who has written it. Also, these notes on this matter are not a personal attack on any play froman OOC perspective. /OOC]

[Name:]

Name: "Sally"

Occupation: Chef, Butcher, Mail Deliverer and Barmaid

Current Standing: Commoner

Current Shilling Count: 25/500

Shillings Awarded For:
http://cove.sugeworld.com/forum/index.php/topic,13614.0.html - Freedom Festival
http://cove.sugeworld.com/forum/index.php/topic,10624.0.html - Food Glorious Food
http://cove.sugeworld.com/forum/index.php/topic,10307.0.html - Help Your Local Healer
Events Led:

TRIAL: Not passed

Sly Shillings: 80
http://cove.sugeworld.com/forum/index.php/topic,13615.0.html - Gambling
http://cove.sugeworld.com/forum/index.php/topic,13697.0.html - New Contracts
http://cove.sugeworld.com/forum/index.php/topic,13551.0.html - *A notice of concern*
http://cove.sugeworld.com/forum/index.php/topic,13748.msg91738.html#new - Sally's "Casual Banter"
http://cove.sugeworld.com/forum/index.php/topic,13766.0.html - An Alliance Of Sorts

TRIAL: Not passed

Misc:
Armour Cost: 100 Shillings