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Post by Plotter on Jun 16, 2017 6:29:58 GMT -5
Posted around Suzail in fancy inns and taverns:
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Post by Deleted on Jun 16, 2017 7:03:39 GMT -5
Somewhere in Suzail a short wandering Calishite woman of coffee cream skin and dusky brown hair notices one of the pinned posters. Eyes spark, budging wide as she squeals excitedly, becoming higher and higher pitched the further down she reads. A feathered quill, inkwell and blank parchment are quickly produced from a shoulder slung purse.
The letter is swiftly delivered to Derner at the Wailing Wheel Inn, though no return address or contact details are left from the wandering Calishite. Perhaps she'll return later to check for replies? It's always hard to tell with a naive Akadian so prone to spontaneous whims.
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Post by grivel on Jun 16, 2017 17:12:36 GMT -5
Dina walks by the poster and stops to read. Shaking her head, she comments, "Who would want to have a smell to alert others that you are there?"
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Post by Plotter on Jun 17, 2017 9:40:46 GMT -5
While some nobles and rich merchants now have their own personal fragrance, the success of the personalized perfume was short lived. War Wizards are now taking down all Perfume Mage advertisements. While the perfume is harmless, people are advised to not use it, and instead turn it into the War Wizards.
Meanwhile, rumours circulate from the Laughing Lass Tavern about adventurers rescuing a cat from some gnome mage in the sewers for a Miss Celine Silverthorn, and that she was rather disappointed that she did not get her own personal perfume. Details are scarce and confusing.
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