Small slip of parchment had been posted on a message board in the square that read thusly:

Experienced Swordsman and Handyman for hire. In desperate need of funds, will meet with potential employers at Wilwarin Pub. I will be there most every day from the time the sun is highest in the sky until the moon takes it's place on the horizon. (Noon to 9pm) If you can't find me, simply wait and I will find you.
-Pilgrim

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So here he sat as he would until he could get a part or full time job enough to replace that which he'd lost. A new mount, a new charge, armor and general supplies. He sipped at the water in his tankard slowly and patiently. Someone needed something done.. a stable hand, a rancher, a trainer even? He'd even be some maidens boytoy for the right price! Desperate times called for desperate measures."Heh.." he shook his head in mild amusement at the accuracy of the saying. "Oif, do they ever." Men chortled and slapped each other on the back, bucket boys filled the mugs, cups and tankards of the monetarily sound and he, he sat away from everyone in the corner near a open window, watching the people of the town go about their business and occasionally looking longingly at the happy couple that passed now and then with a defiant huff, ignoring his wants. The ranger closed his eyes and mumbled to himself. "Nature save me if I don't get a job soon.." he finished with a sigh.

Competition huh? Well, they say alls fair in love, war, and politics, and I guess buisness falls under at least oen of those. Selvanosilos thought. He quickly changed a detail on his sign, then slaped his own notice over the previous one.

Sell Spell seeking hire. Willing to do any legal work for sufficiant funds. Will meet with potential employers at the Drital Qu'ellar Pub Wilwarin Pub
inquire for the half-blue dragon. Will be there frequently.
-Selvanosilos

That should turn some of the business my way. He then went to the pub, deciding that it would be the best way to drive away the competition. After all, nothing could crush somebody's competative spirit faster than being passed over for a job when you're right there. Walking in, he makes sure the barkeep sees him sit in a shadowed corner. He waves away the barmaiden, though he smiles, showing that while he's not interested now, he'll order somthing later. Taking his seat, Selvanosilos searched around, trying to identify his competition for future reference.