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Post by dave007 on Aug 18, 2022 23:06:46 GMT -5
A large, swarthy human in full plate armour walks up to the board outside of Garrot's sundries and removes his helmet. He looks quite tired, and a bit of blood stains one arm. It isn't clear whether the blood is his or another's. The man's face today looks lined and worn, and his expression is haggard and harried. Fishing around for a moment in a belt pouch, he retrieves a quill, some ink, a small piece of parchment, and... a nail, which he places between his teeth. He begins to write in text that, while not elegant, is legible enough and correctly written.
Dear Friends,
In my wanderings, I have heard tell of enchanted amulets worn by the great warriors of the Red Tiger tribe of the Uthgardt nation. These mystical amulets supposedly bolster the strength of the warriors wearing them, and at the same time ward against the unnatural auras of certain creatures such as the undead plaguing the catacombs up on the hill here.
I want one of those amulets for myself.
Of course, I would be willing to pay for it in either gold or service.
If you have any information about where I could get one, or a similarly enchanted item, leave word here for 'Bevin'.
You have my thanks.
After looking it over one more time, satisfied that the text is legible, the man takes the nail from his teeth and with one solid strike of his large, mailed fist, he pounds the notice to the board with it. He then takes a deep breath, sighs wearily, nods once, and walks away.
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