[ He shakes his head. Today's sweater selection was perhaps not in the best taste. ]

 

I will be brief. I am seeking my horse, a blood bay courser of fourteen hands, like to have escaped in the floods. He is battle-trained and poor eating; worth far better reward if returned alive.

 

[ A pause, a longer one than quite intended, before he adds: ]

 

I cannot find Johanna Mason within the city; she appears gone. If you knew her, I would speak. To this end, I am also seeking an employee.

Basic merchant's work with sales and sums, the wage is fair. You may contact me here or privately. I do not own the business, but you will be assigned your hours and tasks through me. If that poses any difficulty, then by the Seven, restrain your foolishness and do not waste either our time by asking.

[[ OOC: If your character wants a break from rebuilding to try their hand at rodeo, Honour the horse can be found in the comments. Ponies!!  ]]