GM:
In reply to Dafydd Taliesin Morgan (msg # 3):
Dafydd Morgan was dry. The days were hot and muggy here in the heart of Dixie. Looking about the little town there wasn't a lot to take in. The sign on his was way in had stated that there were several hundred people living in the town. It looked to be somewhat less, but then, a busy town never looked full before lunch.
A nearby brick building had big windows displaying lumber, nails, tools, paints, and work clothing. The sign over the windows read 'Morgan's Construction Outfitters'. Dafydd smiled a 'my lucky day' smile an felt it was a good sign. He sighed and wiped the sweat from his brow. In the window there was a sign that read 'hiring strong hands and back, apply within'.
Dai swiped the hair out of his eyes and used the window with the sign to try and make himself look somewhat more presentable. Brushing the worst of the road-dust off his jacket, he squared his shoulders; there was no time like the present and having a job, even a temporary one, would certainly help him secure decent lodgings. With nary a backward glance nor hesitation, he entered the building and looked out for a cashier, teller or proprietor.
"Hello there." he introduced himself in his broad Welsh accent, to whichever he saw first.
"Dai Morgan; that's me. I'm looking to speak with someone about your help wanted sign?" he made the statement a question.