A man and his dog

[aintwejust]

FORM: Tacked onto the Bulletin Board & Over Sending Crystals
SENDER: Malcolm Reynolds
RECIPIENT: All
WHAT: Mal's look'n for work. And his Mabari.
WHEN: Current
WHERE: Skyhold
NOTES: Dog shenanigans

This is Captain Malcolm Reynolds of the Freighter Serenity and I'm look'n to find some work in and around Skyhold. You need somth'n found, somth'n lifted, somth'n delivered? I'm your man. Wanna wander around outside all casual-like for any reason and want a guard? I can do that too. Most any job that needs do'n I can see to long as I get paid.

...And I'm also look'n for a dog.

So here's the thing- I mighta misplaced somth'n that's liable to wander a li'l bit. Big, brown, kinda fat for a Mabari- answers to Jayne or Salaud depend'n on what he's after. If you got valuables that smell like food or herbs or whatnot I'd double check 'em as he's got a habit of digg'n around, gettin in what ain't his, and eat'n it. Don't be fooled. He ain't a starv'n waif, he gets fed plenty. You see him and he's in somth'n he shouldn't be? Whap him and he'll wander off. You see him and aren't all that inclined to give him a smack? Come find me. I'm the mighty tall fellow wander'n around with a long brown coat and a staff that ain't a mage. Point me in his direction and I'll get it all sorted.

[ On the Bulletin Board: ]



[ Will work for pay. No job too small. Contact Cpt. Malcolm Reynolds with inquiries.

Also: Dog Missing. Goes by Jayne. Contact Cpt. Reynolds if found. ]

Comments

[gatheringstorm]

[And Korrin is doing what she does best, being a terrible influence on Jayne. As soon as he enters the kitchen, she's giving him pieces of her meal and fetching more for him, telling the mabari what a good boy he is and so handsome, too. Before long, she forgets the rest of her foot in favor of giving him belly rubs just as he likes them.]

Where's your human, hm? He's gotta be around here somewhere....

[Via Crystal]

[easternseaqueen]

Freighter captain, you say? What's your sailing experience?

[wickedchase]

Malcolm. That's a good name.

How discreet are you in these shipments?

[hugeinorlais]

[There was no ad quite as succinct and heartening as: Will Work For Pay. It was Varric's favorite, he loved seeing it (even if reading this rendition took a little hard squinting), because people who posted ads like that? They meant every word.

All four of them.

Finding the guy was easy enough, especially considering the description he'd sent over the crystals, and Varric took no issue sauntering up to him. He looked a little less wealthy than usual, an unfortunate side effect of the Fallow Mire and (subsequently) having to burn his favorite outfit, but his clothing was still tailored and gilded, so it sort of broke even.]

How do you feel about making sure things don't get delivered?