The Canal Ward, under the direction of the Gatekeepers, in trust for the peoples of Sanctuary, is hiring.

The vultures circle above and stare down hungrily on a morsel they think to be dead. Now is the time for steel, the time for the axe of the common man, and the time for the industrious to come forward to defend and to build anew.

Men-at-arms, dockworkers, and those with knowledge of the Harbourmaster's trade are sought, seek out the lady Quaithe at the Pissing Crone. Opportunity awaits!

There is much to be done, working together the barren can become an oasis.

New notices are put up all around the Canal Ward and Lower Sanctuary.