Hiring Mercenaries.

[monkeypoacher 8055]

*A board equal parts splintery and rotten is nailed thickly to a post on the King's Road. It is painted with hasty block letters and cheap, already peeling black paint, reading,

 

Hiring Any Sellsword.

 

I require men for a bit of business in which I do believe there will be some danger.

The leader of your company or you yourself will be paid, and armor and weapons will be provided. Whatever plunder you find you may keep.

 

Drop a letter in the mailbox by the boardwalk in Kal'Arkon.

 

((PM me.))

[Tsuyose 3285]

Perrin arches an eyebrow, head tilting to the right ever so slightly. The armored figure grumbles quietly whilst rolling his eyes as he began to march onward, a faint sigh parting from his arid lips beneath the crimson bandanna as he drops a note into the mailbox before departing.

[Drelik 865]

I'll help you so long as It doesn't further any dwarven agenda.

[monkeypoacher 8055]

I'll help you so long as It doesn't further any dwarven agenda.

 

You are answered with magical telepathy

 

A bird is returned

 

"Has nothing to do with dwarves"

[jamesb 218]

"Target and pay?" a cloaked man asks.

[Bones 180]

*Vargas looks at Perrin, shrugging as he also drops a note in the mail-box*

[mystic 50]

yes

 

 

[Drelik 865]

You are answered with magical telepathy

 

A bird is returned

 

"Has nothing to do with dwarves"

 

Then I'm in, contact me further.

[ThatCanadian 203]

*Pretty Boy walks past the sign, upon reading it he goes to write a note and drop it into the mailbox.*

 

"I'm in, contact me. And how much are you paying?"

-Pretty Boy

 

*A lock of hair would be attached to the note*

[Birdwhisperer 1174]

Moved to the Great Library. It shall be sorted into appropriate category shortly.