The announcement went out the next morning.
Wulfric posted it at the market himself, a board with the details written in Garren's clear hand, listing what was needed, what the work involved, and what it paid.
Knights carried the same message through the streets on foot, stopping at corners and doorways to read it aloud for anyone who couldn't read it themselves.
By midday the word had moved through Percvale.
Near the market row, two men were patching the wall of a house that had been partially burned in the attack, they had been doing it since then, a steady work but great progress had been made.
One of them had heard the announcement from a passing knight and had stopped patching.
"Five silver a week for farming," he said.
The other man looked at him. "For farming?"
"That's what the knight said."
He set down his tools. "That's more than I've seen in a months since the bad years started."
