A strange sign appears in Greatgaunt...

[DM Betelgeuse]

It reads:

Nelmaw, ilcc

(Kindred, all)

E ils ceenelv oem nelwmaw anirilan lairilma sa irailman illw nyycanyma oem il vmillweelaa anilca illw tyeanalaneilc vilel oem eym tyaetyca... illw le lasilcc ilseylan eo willvam. Eo aey ilma elanamalaanaw, cailela amemw oem *Ros* ilan anira Lanyccnymilv Anilelaml.

(I am looking for kindred that share my heart and culture for a grandiose tale and potential gain for our people... and no small amount of danger. If you are interested, leave word for *Ros* at the Skullcrag Tavern.)

//DM me.

[DM Betelgeuse]

    As the morning frost added to the already thick snow that covered Greatgaunt, the soft crunching of Rosandoral Rurathreca's footsteps heralded his arrival. He walked tall and proud, the cherry breast plate displaying the inlaid silver symbol of the Fey Jester was highly polished. He presented a sign, taking moments to look it over, before planting it in the ground of Greatgaunt. He continued to weave a few spells, causing leafs and wind to whip around the sign as well as an arcane word, the elven word for Attention!, could be seen floating above the sign.

    It was not long before he had gathered a small group of the Tel'Quessir before him, all eager to hear his tale. And what a tale it was...

[lovedbyyendis]

As the 2nd time Aria sees the sign she pauses, reaches into her pack and pulls out a piece of parchment where she spends several moments comparing the words in the sign to the words on the parchment. She makes a few notes in her journal and returns to her room.

[DM Flash]

*Acting upon a report from a concerned citizen, Shander of the Red Raven Mercenary Company strolls out into the square of Greatgaunt and stands before the sign. He takes a moment to observe the gently dancing leaves caught in a light wind surrounding the notice and asks for those within the immediate area to give him some space to work.  Extending both hands out in front of him, Shandar cracks his knuckles and with a lazy flick of the wrist, the Sorcerer is able to easily dispel any and all magic placed upon it. He wipes both of his hands together and strolls back to the Red Ravens hut*

"All in a days work..."