You say, 'Hail, Clerk Doval'
Clerk Doval takes a sip of lager and looks up at you. 'Ahh! An adventurer of sorts? Looking for work, are we? If you have the time, I might have a bit of a [proposition] for you.'
You say, 'proposition'
Clerk Doval says, 'I was sent by the Legion to deliver a restraining order to a few of the troopers. They have been ordered to stay away from the tavern. They have spent too much time drinking and not enough training. I am to have them initial the restraint order list, but my feet are killing me. Perhaps you could [deliver the restraining order]?'