Riftwatch!

[Loud, brisk, and early in the morning, here is: Val de Foncé.]

Salut! I have an opportunity, for which I require--what luck for you all!--several volunteers. Several, several.

The requirements are simple. One, you must be strong of arm. Two, you must-- No, I should say: one, you must be permitted to leave the Gallows and venture into Kirkwall proper, which means you must not be a recently arrived Rifter subjected to the, what is-- to the quarantine. [No one has ever pronounced that word so Orlesian until now.] Is that still something that is done? I cannot recall.

In any case. The ability to depart the Gallows is the most crucial for this opportunity. Second to that is the strength of arm, for you shall be required to lift many heavy boxes and crates and things of this nature--many of which are terribly fragile or delicate--

No, no, I have changed my mind again. Second to the blah-blah-departure is complete fearlessness. There may be sights or experiences during this opportunity which may disturb or frighten individuals who are of weak hearts and weak stomachs and weak composures, who may pale at the sight of what might be traditionally defined as the weird--but only by cowards without sense or imagination or the thirst for true knowledge!

So: one, the ability to depart the Gallows. Two, fearlessness. Three, the strength of arm.

If you have these three qualities--and a spirit of discretion--and if you are available this very afternoon, then you are uniquely qualified for my opportunity. I promise no reward but the satisfaction of the work itself. Certainly there is nothing better.