Miley wondered arounded aimlessly in the vast market places all searching for Mercenaries.
"Lycia needs your help against Bern" one messenger would shriek "Bern is winning, join us" the other would yell. "Scholars needed for trips to Nabata" A monk yelled. "Hmm I'll never find a job up here" Miley said to herself as she continued to walk around. She walked until she found am old woman away from the main crowd.
"Girl" The old woman said eerily "Yes" Miley replied her voice filled with fear. "You are a mercenary are you not?" She asked "Yes I am" she replied, remaining scared and cautious of the old man "And you are of Sacae?" he asked pointing to her clothes "My blood is from Ilia and Etruria but I was raised as a sacaen" she replied "Then you are who I need" "For what?" "When you reach the summit of the hill of the Pegasi, I shall tell you more" and with that the old woman dissapered. Although not completly sure whether to trust him or not she still went towards the hill to find the woman.