Applying to become a porter was easy. But being a porter wasn't a fulfilling job at all, especially if the attendant who welcomed Ned showing an unfriendly smile.
After she scribbled with her black quill, she told Ned to look for hunters that were looking for porters.
"Where?" Ned asked, direct and flat.
Which made the short and curly-haired plump lady rolled eyes. "Outside, kiddo," she said, brief while munching a food, probably meat, since some part of brown thread like meat slipped outside her mouth. "To the right, a billboard where hunters post a job. Go look."
Ned left without having to say a word. With an empty bag, a hanging pouch, and black to black clothing that sneered under the gleaming sun, Ned would not be lost on the hundred of crowds as he exited the building.
