>>5540381>>5540394>>5540425>>5540458>>5540460>>5540636>If she’s to stay at the Green Chapel, she’ll need to pull her weight. Instruct her on the chores she’ll be attending to.>Inform her that her raggedy green sewer-stained cloak won’t do in the presence of your master.“If you’re to remain with us at the chapel, you’ll need to pull your weight. We’ll begin with house duties.” You cross your arms, a bit glad to know you’re no longer the lowest rung on the house ladder. “What are you good at? Any talents?”
“Hmmm.. well..” She taps on a hunk of bread. “I’m good with my fingers. I once plucked the gun, wand, and cap off a wizard copper. I can fit into small spaces, too. Though, I’m claustrophobic, so that’s a no-go. I can get my rats to recreate stageplays.. though, I’ll need to collect more rats for that..”
“No rats near Lady Sigrid.” You command her firmly. You place a hand on your chin–probably not ledger writing (since you doubt she can read), chicken keeping is a no-go for the faint of heart, gardening is VAN DEN BOS’ domain, and floorboard scrubbing would be a disaster. The laundry, then? Your master’s wear is a nightmare to wash–large as blankets, really.
“The laundry, then. And sewing.” You decide those would best suit someone good with their hands. “Though.. we’d really ought to do something about that cloak of yours. It’s horribly dirty, and smells like rats.”
“I LIKE this cloak.” She holds the rag protectively. “Though.. guess maybe I should wear somethin’ a little nice when I’m inside..”
>DRAW/SUGGEST an outfit for the GNOMISH ROGUE.>She can keep her curly tailed hood, just clean it up a little.>Write-In. 