Gherwina’s first experience in the popular establishment – "The Red Boar" – is a favorable, if frightening, one. Fine (and fearsome) looking men and women are enthusiastically partaking of its amenities. Delectable odors assault her nose, but she resists and holds to her purpose. With one hand ‘round her black braid and the other fisted on her hip, she approaches a nearby table.

“I am Gherwina and I seek my kinswoman, Anda. Whereas I am petite, she is tall. Whereas I am delicate of frame, she is big-boned.”

There are a few grunts in response before the patrons turn back to their comestibles and jollity.

Raising her voice to be heard over the shouts and laughter, she tries once more. “Wears teeth ‘round her neck? Lugs a big nail-trimmer at her side?”

“Yea. I know of whom you speak,” says a serving maid, juggling horns and spilling mead in the process. “She was here several days ago looking for a brave man to assist with some home repairs. I haven’t seen her since, but she left that note over there.” She lifts a free pinky and wiggles it.

Gherwina steps close to the scrap of hide attached to the near wall with a dagger. On it is writ (in a most illegible scrawl):

'SINGLE GOTH FEMALE. Likes red wine, long walks along the Rhine, and foot massages. Looking for strong male with good teeth, stamina, and a big sword. Domestic skills a must. If you be fearless, contact Andabairhta.'

Gherwina rolls her eyes, mumbles “Not again!” and, with black braid bouncing, heads for the door.