The Missing of Vuln

[JJosey 1481]

[!]Flyers would be hanging all around the Princedom of Fenn. A portrait could be spotted of a lady on the flyer itself, with the text ‘MISSING’, right above it along with the ladies name.[!]

MISSING

“Vuln”

[!]Beneath the portrait the following things had been written down:[!]

“It has been notified that, Vuln, has been missing from Fenn for a couple of days now. She was supposed to arrive at the public meeting – yet she never arrived.”

”For those who manages to find her - alive and well – will be rewarded with 1,000 minas.”

- The Princedom of Fenn

 

 

 

[GDPR 014 48]

"Did they say 1,000 or 1? I can't tell if that's a dot or...?" Says Cat The Bounty Hunter 

[Eurielle 1189]

3 hours ago, SourDough said:

"Did they say 1,000 or 1? I can't tell if that's a dot or...?" Says Cat The Bounty Hunter 

“Looks like a dot, don’t take it.”

[Philosopher 45]

Calvaryth’s gaze would be drawn to one of these flyers as he wandered along the front of the Silver Snowflake. The High Elf stops in his tracks, scanning over the flyer as he drinks from his mug of ale.  “Hm, Vuln.. Vuln..” the Mali’thill ponders aloud with a perplexed disposition for a moment. Rugged hand wiping his lips clean of ale, he would breath the crisp night air deeply before looking off into the lit up tavern windows. Muffled revelry radiates from the tavern as a light flurry of snow gently patters the Mali’thill’s platinum tinged hair. “Ahernan, lari’siol.”  a whisper escapes his lips before he trudges towards the tavern doors, mug in hand.