To Mr. Lothor of the Sanctuary Watch,
I write to regretfully inform you that I prefer to eat alone but by no means insist upon it, and I have no idea how tall you are in the slightest. Otherwise, I believe I have the traits and nature that would suit your empty position of personal assistant.
You may call me Mack Madhand, formerly of the Ardeep Forest east of Waterdeep. My hobbies are far from few or fascinating, but a short list would include: the informal study of History; the even less formal study of lyrics and verse; exploration of the wide and vast wilderness; exploration of the narrow and equally-vast city; and, of course, the occasional life-threatening combat exercise.
I have 40 years previous experience as a (occasionally founding) member of various covert but wholly-legal organizations, detectives of the private persuasion to be exact. I left that employ due to a rather debilitating injury which I've since managed to remedy to a degree that allows me to operate fully as a trapper and scout.
I also have 5 years on-hand experience as a tracker and hunter in the forests outside Waterdeep, aforementioned. A definitive style of stealth-based two-bladed combat arose from this time which compliments well with a covert-minded Commander. While I'm by no means the most capable of trackers, I do well enough to get by.
Of your non-requisite supplements listed on the poster, I have the following: an adept knowledge of human anatomy and mannerisms from several years in the primarily-human city of Waterdeep; an affinity for efficient and benevolent commanders who have no shyness about issuing said commands; an infrequent affiliation with smoking after a particularly hard-fought battle; and a particularly-dapper goatee (with mustache).
I would like the oppourtunity to meet with you and discuss your expectations of a personal assistant. As it seems to be an issue of contention with many in this city, I will most bluntly state that if you're concerned how your various religiously-devout warrior comrades will perceive the state of my soul, you may rest assured they'll see no reason not to give me a hug on the spot.
Warm winds,
Mack Madhand