Foxe/Juliette | 10:30 AM - Shieldwyrm Hall
Having attended early morning mass, Juliette had found herself with an afternoon free of obligations. She had considered remaining at home with a book, but Ms. Han seemed to be on a cleaning spree, and the guesthouse was quite small -- better, then, to doff her Sunday dress and depart, so as not to be in the way. She'd taken Boris, too, thinking to use the circumstance as an excuse to go to the Commoners' District park.
The crystal let out near Shieldwyrm Hall, and tying the dog's leash to the rail (and telling him firmly to stay) she stepped in, thinking she might see if Pyr was around (his new mentor was stationed here, wasn't he?) and wanted to come along for the run. She'd gotten to be somewhat fond of his company; at the very least, time spent with him was rarely dull.
She'd stopped in the hallway, though, at the board listing small tasks that needed doing. She knew a few of her comrades spent time picking through these papers in search for supplementary income; she had never taken one herself, seeing no need, but it was curious to see what manner of things a squire might be invited to do for pay.
She was in the middle of reading one such paper, her brows knitting in confusion (a single feral wolf outside the gate was trouble enough, but a pack? Maybe a whole squadron of squires could handle it, but even then...) when a very large man came and took the paper she had been examining, revealing the one beneath it, asking for a rather innocuous errand to be run.