A man limps up the notice board, burdened with a satchel full of paper and nails. Without a care as to the previous papers cluttering the surface, he places the newest announcement as close to the center as he cares to attempt. The sound of his pin hammer echoes across the square. Tap, tap, tap. Tap, tap, tap. Tap, tap, tap. The nosier of the locals crowd around to be the first to know the newest gossip. “Brave Adventurers wanted. Escort duties to Phandalin. Easy money for a few days…” As the initial crowd disperses, the cloaked figure steps from…
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