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A Dwarf in blood stained armour nails a notice to the board.

" I am looking for a good smith who is able to make some decent magical swords. The price may jet be discussed please send note if there are any interests."

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Ein Zwerg, gekleidet in einer Blut verschmierter Rüstung nagelt eine Nachricht am Brett.

"Ich bin auf der Suche nach einem Schmied der sein Handwerk versteht und mir Magische Schwerte herstellen kann. Über den Preis können wir noch verhandeln. Bei Interesse, bitte bei mir melden."


The note is signed / Die Nachricht ist unterschieben mit



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An other dwarf, in a grand dwarvenarmor and covered by a red cloak steps to the board and grins broadly when he reads the notice. Then he pins another notice below and walks slowly to the tavern.

Maybe ye should visit ... Silverbran'!

You hear his booming laughing all the way...

On his way past the Tavern the dwarf in bloodied armor sees the second note.

After reading it, he turns to walk away grumbeling something about teaching young dwarves manners whilst cracking theyr sculls.

About ten feet away from the board, he spinns around and throws a poisoned dagger. The dagger hits the note in the center and imbeds itself to the hilt in the wooden board.

Grinning, the dwarf walks on.