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Malinne looks at the post.

"Ten Ingots, eh? This could be a dangerous job... but I need the money..."

She thinks for a moment and scratches her head.

"There's no time to think. There are the scents of so many new people in Illarion... I must get started if I want to try to find this man and bring him to them, dead or alive."

Malinne glances around to see if anyone is around. She walks off counting her arrows after leaving an unsigned message:

I'll be searching for this unusual looking man.

An orc walks up to a post on the inside of the shop. He peers at the picture of the "blue" skinned man with red hair. He scratches his head and trys to read the print below it. After about thirty minutes of gazing at it he gets a pretty clear idea of what it says. He pulls out a quill and begins to write under the parchment in barely readable print.

Me will hunt this man. Ten ingots sound like fair price. It could go for the bloodskull clan. Plus me up for hunt. Me sharpen sword today and look for this man. He be back to you with head on pike before end of week!

Grunith satisfied by his writing pulls out his sword and examines it. He nods slowly as he stares at it and some blood runs down his sword. "Time to sharpen this and add man's blood on it", he thinks to himself as he walks away from the parchment to sharpen his sword.

Freo walks to the boards in the dead of night, and reads the new messages. Spotting the wanted message from the corner of his eye, Freo reads it to himself quietly and thinks to himself for several moment.

"Ten ingots..." he said to himself, in almost a whisper, as the corner of his mouth shapes into a smirk.

Freo had become somewhat of an insomniac within the recent days, and this would help to pass the time.

"dead or alive....." he said, aloud this time.

Taking his dagger in hand, he swiftly cuts the picture from the bottom of the message and pockets it. Freo walks off into the moonlit night, and disapears.

Rynt looks at the message for a second, thinks, and then mutters:

" Ten ingots...It would be better if I had his scent but..."

The hooded stranger silently approaches the note thread on the board and reads through. He thinks to himself.

"Hmm... Sounds like one of my kind... Could be form the west. Everyone there uses the same tactics: bloody murder as far as I have seen... 10 ingots is a great price, something I would not ignore. Too bad I am injured. Hope nobody knows about it. I better watch out before I'm well enough to fight again."

He dissapears.