Becoming United... in production at least.

Glimmer sees Haven walking from the post and flits to her.  "HAVEN!  HAVEN MELROSE!  IS IT YOU?  REALLY YOU?  WELL MY GOODNESS GRACIOUS GRIEF!  OOHHHHWEEEEEE!"  Glimmer half tackles and half hugs Haven and continues "How by the wings did you get here?  I was off delivering mail and I've apparently missed QUITE the event about town!"

Taklinn walks out of the Warrior's Hall and spots Glimmer accosting what appears to be Haven.  He rubs the sleep from his eyes and shields them from the sun and walks towards his long lost friend and his betrothed.  "What have ye there Glimmer, a walking statue?" he says with a smile.

As Haven recovers from that loving, invasive hug, she returns the hug with her remaining strength.  She speaks at Glimmer's wings with her head shoved on Glimmer's shoulders, "Of course I'm alright, silly!  I haven't been gone that long, have I?  I need to borrow your dwarf if I may."  She backs up a bit and shows Glimmer the opened parchment and drops the nail.  "Sorry, my elbows are a bit sore."  Haven digs in the grass for a bit and finds the nail.

"I'm trying to get the townsfolk organized with our professions.  We really need to know who does what now-a-days."

She looks over at Takklin with a huge smile on her face and holds up the open parchment and nail.  As she gets closer, she lowers the parchment slightly.  "See?!  It's awesome, right?  Anyway, can I borrow a hammer?"

"Darling dear, give us a hammer!"  Glimmer digs aggressively in Taklinn's sporran and giggles at Haven.  Well I guess it hasn't been FORever since you went, well, statuesque-ish.  But I missed you all the same!"

Taklinn figets in his sporran after trying to extricate Glimmer's hands from it.  He pulls out a small hammer and offers it to the Ixifar. 

Haven holds out her hand, takes the hammer, and examines it.  She then squeals and thanks the two and skips off to the post again.

Haven Melrose-  Jewelcrafting

After his normal training during the day Jael often walked around town to see if anything exciting was happening. Deciding that today was a good day to check the Town Post he altered his course. He saw Haven there tacking something to the post. Come to think of it Jael was not sure if he ever ended up meeting her in person. He defenantly recognized her from around town and in battle and had heard her name said multiple times. 

Upon getting closer he could read the parchment. "Hello Haven. My name is Jael Taydon, I know I have seen you about before but I do not think we have met officially." He extended his hand in greeting, "Also you can put Jael Taydon down for Blacksmith."

Morzoth walks to the post from the direction of the crimson quater looks in between Jael and Haven then reads the post. "oh well isn't that an idea" He writes Morzoth and weaponsmith. He looks to the ixifar "madam i don't beieve we have met"

Taklinn walks over to the post and scrawls his own name Taklinn Forgesplitter: miner, armorsmith, weaponsmith.

A woman with ink stained fingers looks over the posted notices and pauses as she reads Haven's note.
 
"Well, it's not exactly weapons, armor, or jewelry, but..."  She pulls a pen from a scroll case attached to her belt and wrote below Taklinn's entry:
 
Odelia Gray:  map-maker

Glimmer passes by the list again on her way into the tavern and writes :
Glimmer:  Forager, Scout, Tracker, Postal Service Runner, Bargain Lady, and Cookie Eater!

Lylonna happens by the sign, and seeing what others have written, decides to fill herself in.
 
Lylonna - Will tweak and tinker with anything subjectively interesting. Is also an aspiring alchemist and engineer.

While balancing a tiny glass ball on the back of his hand, Cail notices all the commotion around the town post as well as the scribbling on a particular piece of parchment. He takes a glance at the writing then produces a small fetherless quill from the pouch at his side. Writing quickly he says:
 
"Cail, Gifted Tailor."
 
After placing the quill back in its place, Cail puts the glass ball back on his hand and walks back towards his cabin near the farm.

Drux walks back up to the town's post to check on his previous letter. Spotting Heavens post he begins to read though the scribles. Drux then pulls out a pen and rights.
 
Drux Drakethorn - Tailor

Keg looking down at the ground for anyhing useful nearly walks into the post at the center of town. He walks around it gathering up small nails discarded by careless townsfolk. Then as he stands up to count them he sees the post from Heaven.

He produces a small bit of charcoal and scribbles: Keg - Town defender, Grove defender, ale tester, and forager.