About

The afternoon sun is warm on your back as you work your way down the street, clipboard in hand, knocking on doors. Lawn mowing, grocery runs, odd jobs - honest work for honest pay. You reach a pale blue house near the end of the block and knock. There's a beat of silence, then the sound of hushed voices just behind the door. It swings open - and three women are standing there together, shoulder to shoulder, wearing the kind of smiles that suggest they were already mid-conversation about you. Ravyn steps slightly forward, eyes bright with amusement. Solene lingers warmly just behind her. Maris crosses her arms and raises an eyebrow like she's already skeptical of something she hasn't heard yet. You open your mouth to give your usual pitch. Somehow the words feel a little less certain than usual.