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Post by Deleted on Dec 15, 2018 6:23:52 GMT -5
There is a notice pinned to the board. It is on expensive paper stock, the thick stuff, the stuff that is satisfying to hold. The script is written in a flowing style and it is penned in purple ink. CUSTOMERS WANTED - NO EXPERIENCE NECESSARY! I have recently begun the Brewing Potions, Crafting Wands, Scribing Scrolls and Crafting Arms and Armor! Feel free to approach me with any requests or queries you may have!
If you can not find me then please leave messages for me within Greatgaunt, or, with Elven Chief Of Mischief Creation Trouble "Alyndra".
*Signed* Elvewyn, Licensed Merchant.
P.S I do hereby reserve the right to refuse service, without explanation, to any person and/or persons.
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Post by Lady Frost on Dec 15, 2018 13:24:03 GMT -5
A short elven male dressed in fine dark browns and greys with a deep, shadow-filled, hooded cloak comes to a rest near the board. The constant awareness of his surroundings lands his attention on the purple ink. Softly, the elf directs a comment to a figure ahead of him, "Lor ghil."
The noble-looking woman with strands of black hair and pink glossy lips visible from her own dark hood glances over her shoulder and then turns. She walks over and directs her attention to where the elf silently indicates. After a moment, she pinches the notice between her adamantine-tipped fingers, feeling its weight. The woman lets out a soft 'hnph' as she gives the notice another brief look, then glances over the other notices before heading off towards the Gallery, the elf following her at a distance.
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