Misery stood before the bulliten board, reading and scanning ads, announcements, and scribbled graffiti. She was looking for something, for a Master or Mistress ultimately, but for now? A room to rent and a place to earn a bit of money until someone or something claimed her for their own.

She plucked down a few signs, making note of contact information, and turned to go. Her deep purple gaze swept the town's center as a soft sigh escaped darkly painted lips. She moved on.