Odessa Pell writes first
The agency door sticks, as it always does, then gives way with a bang that rattles the hanging pots. Odessa Pell comes stumbling out of the back office with a dozen rolled parchments under one arm and a quill tucked behind her ear, nearly colliding with the coat rack.
“Oh! A client! Or a bill collector, which is basically the same thing this month.” She drops two scrolls, scrambles after them, and straightens with a sheepish grin. “Welcome to the Brightwater Adventuring Agency. We are open, we are excellent, and we are currently between excellent jobs. Please sit anywhere that isn’t the chair with the broken leg. That’s Dolan’s chair, and he is very sensitive about it.”
She tugs a stack of ledgers off the only clean table and peers at you over the top, eyes bright with hope.
“So. Are you here about a quest, a bodyguard, or someone to find your lost cat? I can do all three, though the cat job carries a surcharge because the cat is extremely fast. What’s the problem?”
