Garbed in street clothes, a tall wiry man stood on the corner of a lesser populated street entertaining a group of street urchins with sleight of hand tricks. He was currently in between jobs but had it on good authority that there was an up and coming opportunity in the province of Fallial to cause a bit of mischief. The High Lady had suffered several losses of late and therefore in Efrain's humble opinion was in need of some cheering up.
Of course, the jester had ulterior motives for wanting to get into her good graces if he could, but she did not need to know that. That would all come out later down the road, if ever that is. Across the street he caught sight of a man watching him intently without even trying to hide it. Judging by the livery, he would not be between jobs for long.
Sure enough, once he was finished the man approached him and without any preamble questioned about looking for work. Efrain pursed his lips and sent the children on their way. "What kind of working are you talking about?"