Gloignar's armory (doodles advertising)

[gloignar]

Inside the marketplace in Greatgaunt took place a strange presentation: a dwarf in adamantine armor was showing crudely drawn pictures, occasionally adding comments.



- Yer a biuty lass und eeger ta start dventurin, but wut ta do? - merchantz only sell armored bikini dat nae protectin yer biuty at all. Sick baztardz.




- Dunt wory. Yer in gud handz - Gloignar knowz wut woman wunt.
 



- Da bulky armor! Ladiez essentialz: brestplate haz nough space ta fit yer thingy inside und wit dat helmet ye may nae fear dat wind nor tree branchez will  mess yer haircut.




- So when ye remoove it ye can strike yer beloved wit yer biuty. Und he will be yerz fer ever...or ye can thruzt him wit da sword. Da choize iz yourz!



- Or mayhapz yer a brave lad wit two kits und determenetion.



- Wut dat? Da mocking liddle baztard payz no rezpect. It laughz at ye! Kill it now!



- Uh-oh. Ye cannae do it wit yer gutz on da ground. Now ye probbly think dat armor suit fer copple hundredz of lionz wuz tottaly worth it.



- Decide yer fate taday wit Gloignar'z armory. Bezt prizes garanteed. Only ten percent from da total sum charged fer work. Tis be az cheep az if ye do it yerself!

[StabbingNirvana]

A mustachioed man with a dragon-feathered hat is seen asking around for the artist who drew this amazing portraits.

[DOT]

Bodika would waddle about and see the work..

“Finalleh! A smith tha knoos wah a woman wants, thick armor.”

She notes the information in her ledger of merchants.

[nemusator]

Theravien would be very amused by the presentation. "If I ever put on armor it is going to be yours." He would say respectfully dipping head.