Stroud pulled the flyer posted along the notice board, looking it over in both hands from behind the veil of his golden mask. 'How incredibly vague...' He thought to himself, before folding it neatly and sliding it into his waist pouch. 'Castrum Meridianum... If memory serves that's a Garlean holding. If nothing else I should be most pleased to meet this woman.' He ran a hand through his brilliantly blue hair and moved to the Quicksand's bar to begin pursuing a lead. With the demand for entertainment at a low with the holiday season, it's not as if he had any other source of income.Â
