A Dire Trade

[Readicti 902]

Fliers are spread throughout the land, in every city and town in Thales. They float in the wind, settling in nearby trees and finding their way under doors. The papers even hit a few unsuspecting wanderers in the face as they go about their daily lives.

 

The fliers are made of rough parchment, simply reading:

 

In desperate need of potato.

Will trade anything for a single potato.

Yaehahn SIgnus

 

 

((We need a potato.))

[Glyc 234]

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