Algoran begins to write, stops and crumples up the parchment. Pausing, and staring off into the distance, he collects his thoughts and begins to write anew.
As you may of heard Ellaron is lazing the days away in bed at the moment. His illness is slight and he'll be up and doing business again very soon.
He reads through what he has written and distractedly pins it to the board. Someone close by shouts that they're buying potions. Algoran rushes to the door and peers out. He sighs as, after a minute or so, no druid apears. Clutching his cape to him he starts to walk towards the forge but quickly turns and heads in the direction of the library. Before getting twenty paces he changed direction again and rushed towards the tavern. Seeing no one in the tavern Algoran sets off towards Ellarons shack.
To all Ellarons customers.
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