One of her customers jumped in in the middle of our conversation with his own tip, "If you're looking for work, you might want to check with the Companions."
"Who are the companions?" I asked.
"They're a group of warriors who take on private and public contracts for just about anyone," the innkeeper told me, "They're based out of their mead hall, named Jorrvaskr, located in the Wind District. Visitors are welcomed. Just don't expect a red-carpet welcome. Usually there's a lot of drinking and fighting up there."
I spend the day walking around town, inquiring about work at the different businesses. The blacksmith said that she was looking for an apprentice and suggested that I give it a try. She let me try making something – a simple dagger – but no matter how many times she instructed me, it just wouldn't end out right. She finally took the materials away and said she thought it wouldn't work out well for us.
Before I walked away, she asked if I would be willing to take a sword up to her father in Dragonsreach, the Jarl's home. I agreed – I could use the money and I was planning to see the Jarl anyway. Her father was very happy to see the sword but told me that he nor the Jarl had any work. He advised me to check with the Companions next door, "They're always looking for strong young people."
Since the thought of becoming a hired hand to anyone that needed some blood to spill made me nauseous, I continued my search for more honest work. There were a few odd jobs here and there and the same collecting of materials for the apothecary, but I was really hoping for something more.
I returned to the inn tonight with barely enough septums to cover my night's stay. As it stands right now, the only jobs in the area that I'm even slight qualified for is with the Companions. That thought does not please me at all.
I'm beginning to wonder if this is really the place for me.
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