Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-32736241-20170731232051/@comment-32736241-20170804135549

The owner looked at the Weresheep, that has entered the room. When he heard her seeking a job, he smiled and gets up before walking over to her and just looking at her, walking around her. "A quick bath and change of clothes. After that, yout will do a a trial of the job to make sure you are cut out of it. We will pay you for it but if we don't like you, we will decline your request." He spoke as he walks back to his desk. "There is a bath up on this floor, down the hall, fourth door on your right. There is clothing in the wardrobe in there too." He looks at her and waves his hand. "Once ready, the bartender will watch you."

The desert sandstorm doesn't seem to be backing down as they blow before suddenly the storm stops and all the sand, salt, and dust picked up by the stop just fell to the ground, leaving the figure covered in sand. With the storm gone for unknown reasons, he felt like he can move a bit easier before he had to face another storm, if it picks up again. Once the dust clears, he could see the city walls in the distance, calling to him so he had shelter.