*Cricket kicks her feet up on her desk and leans back in her chair, holding her arms behind her head. A small stack of flyers sits gathering dust in the corner. **Tick, tock.** Another dead day. Not a single soul had walked in. Not a single request. How is that even possible in a city like Sharn? Is her location really that bad? It's a nice warehouse, really. Lots of character! ...A lot of cobwebs and broken furniture too, but that's only temporary. The real issue is that nobody wants to come al...