"All right. That's going to mean an assistant job, here, if you're serious about it - gnomes don't go in for personal servants; dwarves do, but you'd need to know more about the culture to be taken seriously. Lots of people need help around their shop or workshop, though, and usually they'll have their apprentices handle it but not everyone likes to teach. The job would be - keeping the place clean and organized, letting your boss know when things need to be restocked, helping in simple ways with the work, maybe selling things to customers, that sort of thing; does that sound like what you're looking for? Do you care if you're working for a mage?"

"That sounds right, sir. I don't know whether I'll want to work for a mage or not."

"Well, we can go see what they have. The commercial district is more fun to visit and they'll have listings for jobs there and in workshops, or we can try the industrial district if you don't want to deal with customers or don't want to put up with me getting distracted window-shopping, it's up to you."

"The commercial district is fine, sir."

"All right. I'll need to drop this back off in my room," he indicates the portable font he needed for the scry, "and then we can go check it out."

"Yes sir. May I carry that for you?"

"- if you want to, I guess?"

"Thank you, sir." She carries it carefully so that the water inside doesn't slosh.

Raafi shows her where to dump it out once they're outside, and then heads for the inn. "You do know you don't have to do that, right? I'm not - just because I'm helping you doesn't mean you owe me anything, this is my job."

"I didn't know that it was your job, sir, but - I'm a servant, sir, it wouldn't be right for me not to do it if I'm allowed."

"Ah, okay, that's - it'd be worrying, in any of the species I know, I guess I don't know if I should be worried about you. It sounds like it'd be easy for people to make you do things you don't want to, though, if you're thinking that way."

"Servant droids aren't supposed to have opinions, sir, it wouldn't come up."

"I suppose that would follow from it. It's still - I don't know, it feels different from letting a dwarf spend all their time smithing, letting you do things for me because you feel like you should. Like - even if it's how you should be it's not how I should be. - I guess that's my own problem, though."

"I won't do it if you don't want me to, sir, that would defeat the point."

"I might take you up on that, I'll have to think about it. I'm a little worried about anyone who might hire you, too, though - would you consider waiting a bit on that, until I can talk to some friends who might understand the situation a little better?"

"If you think that's best, sir."

"I think it's a good idea, yes. If you really want to find work quickly I can probably come up with something but I do think it's better for you to pick your own work rather than having me pick it for you."

"What would you pick if you needed to, sir?"

"Well, I'd want to think about it for more than a few seconds, but off the top of my head I'd trust a paladin order not to do anything too bad with you. Or a good church - one of Pelor's hospitals, maybe. I'm not sure that's a good suggestion if you aren't interested in gods, but it'd be a place to start. The friends I'd want to ask are good clerics, maybe one of them would take you, I don't know."

"That sounds fine, sir."

"All right, I'll mention it when I talk to them - do you want a job right away? Or should we be looking for a less - for something that's less of an imposition on you?"

"Either of those sounds fine, sir."

"All right, I'll - do you still want to go look at job listings, if you know you're not going to take one?"

"No sir."

"All right. You can stay while I talk to the other clerics or go back to the library, it's up to you. Or do something else, if you want, I don't mean to limit you."