~"That will be one silver piece, little one. Entrance tax." he opens a wooden box sitting on the table and pulls out a small slip of paper. "Keep this chit with you at all times. It verifies that you've paid. It's good for 30 days." He extends both hands toward the halfling, one offering the chit, the other awaiting the silver.~
“Umm, I am kinda strapped for cash at the moment, can ya help a fellow out?” Mitzelflick gives the scribe a half-hearted smile. “I spent my list bit of coin booking passing to Morgans Fort, I am looking for work.”