Help Wanted.

Times in the city of Absalom have been hard. A rash of bad choices and poor luck have left you in a bad spot. Having to pawn most of your worldly items just to get the coin you need to buy another weeks worth of food and shelter. There's no shortage of menial labor jobs here in the City at the Center of The World,but those won't support your lifestyle. You need to make some real income. As you mull over over the job board down by the docks, this man walks up next to you, flask in hand.

"Bah. Nothing on this board but greens and stingers, hardly enough to keep a basher fed, eh? A man of your potential shouldn't be wastin' his time here. Don't look at me that way, I can see your just brimmin' with higher up promise. You just need a lil' help unlocking it. Tell ya' what, if you're interested in making some real jink and maybe doin' somethin' with your life, come find me at the Tavern at The Center of the World, a sparky watering hole in the Ascendant Court. Not like the metal cups I'm use to, but it's comfortable and the bashers there spin a good yarn on the endweeks. Say we stick to the fundamental, and meet in three days? Names Sly Rodger by the way. Hope to see you there, cutter."

The man takes a swig of his flask, gives you a friendly wink, and walks off, leaving you thoroughly unsure about most of what he was saying. You're certain though, that somewhere in that mess of vocabulary, was a potential job offer.