Job Hunting (attn Devon)|Obsidian | Humontis

[Darastrix]

Abigail, or Abby, as she was more comonly known, wandered through Obsidian's lowest level, looking around at the people she passed, her slim brown tail flicking behind her as she walked. She was a small young woman, with short brown hair and large eyes so dark, they looked almost black. Her clothing was simple, but neat--a long brown skirt and red blouse.

"Excuse me," she said to a passer-by, bobbing a quick curtsy. "But would you happen to know anyone who's in need of a maid or personal servant?"

[Devon]

The man looked at her for a moment and then smiled at her curtsy. "Ah heard da Wainwright's oldest boy was looking for a little help. His place is uh right down that road and on the left." The man turned and pointed that way.

[Darastrix]

"Thank you!" she chirped, giving another quick curtsy before scurrying off in the direction the man indicated. When she arrived at the house, she quickly dusted off her skirt and ran a hand through her hair before knocking at the door.

[Devon]

The house looked quite impressive for its surroundings. From the outside appearance of the house she could see the Wainwright's were at least upper-middle class. After a few moments of silent the door opened and in front of Abigail stood Adam Wainwright. The twenty- four year old man was tall at a height of 6'1, his hair was dark and cut short, and his blue eyes contrasted the black tunic and trousers he wore over his lean body. "Hello, is there something you need?" he asked with a dull expression on his face.

[Darastrix]

Abby dropped her head and gave the young man a deep curtsy. "My name is Abigail Gilroy. I've been seeking a job as a personal servant and was told that Mister Wainwright might be looking to hire one."

[Devon]

Adam watched her curtsy with a blank gaze. "Well I am looking for a little help around here," Adam said. "Have you worked as a personal servant before?"

[Darastrix]

"Yes, sir," she said with a nod, not put off by his apparent apathy. "I was employed for two years as a servant to a Mister Douglas Fir."

[Devon]

Adam considered this for a moment. He had heard of Douglas Fir and from what he heard there weren't many complaints about those he employed. Adam stepped away from the door, "Well come in. You can start by telling me some of the tasks your work best at." Turning his back to Abigail he immediately started walking to the sitting room in his home, expecting her to follow.

[Darastrix]

"Yes, sir; thank you, sir." Abby followed Adam into the sitting room and remained standing, clasping her hands in front of her. "Well, while I worked for Mister Fir, I served primarily as a chambermaid, though I did help in the kitchen on occasion and attended his daughter when she came to visit."

[Devon]

"You can have a seat," Adam said as he observed her for a moment. "In this home it is pretty much just me here. I've grown used to doing my own housework, but the help will be appreciated. You will have a lot of responsibilities, but your job is to basically do what I don't have the time to around here."

[Darastrix]

Abby nodded and perched on the edge of the nearest chair. "What tasks will those generally be, sir?" she asked, wanting a fair idea of what she would be doing day-to-day.

[Devon]

"I don't think I'm that messy of a person, but apart of your duties will be to make sure the house is in order. Help in the kitchen and heed a few of my orders here or there. Mostly just to fetch me a cup or tea or to get make sure my training equipment is ready for me."

[Darastrix]

"Training equipment, sir?" Abby asked, tilting her head curiously.

[Devon]

"I'm a military man," Adam replied. "I keep training gear and weapons in the house."

[Darastrix]

"I will need to be shown what's involved in getting your gear ready for you, sir," Abby said candidly. "I've never dealt with that sort of thing."