The Alerian job office had been quiet as of late and Memoria hardly expected to approve any applications any time soon. However, she was wrong and was quickly interrupted from her "busy work". She had been searching for something in desk drawers and closets, on shelves, inside chests and the like. Violin strings - she could have only assumed that Algaliarept or Rorschach had something to do with her missing strings. They both had a strange interest for lengths of wire and string.

She did not expect to hear the tiny bell on the door to the office ring and so when she did, she hit her head coming away from a shelf to gaze at the door. Calmly composing herself but rubbing her head, she eyed the rather mysterious looking man who had entered. He wore a hat dipped low upon his head and a long coat as if he were trying to hide from someone.

Memoria stood behind the desk as he handed her the application and she could have sworn he cast her an almost cautious gaze.

"Well, Victor Sage," she began still rubbing her forehead, "Private Investigator, huh? I hope you make a good drink at least. The folks in Oak Barrel Tavern tend to get a little rowdy. Welcome to the Alerian workforce."

A stamp reading "Approved" was adorned on the application.