A Slightly Bloodstained Note Lies Pinned To A Wall

[Moot 1719]

*The writing is neat, and cursive*

 

 

I seek apprenticeship in the art of sword-play; not simply how to wave my blade back and fourth, but how to thwort my enemy's in combat. I'm able to offer specific services in return, however that would depend on your moral standpoint, if you find them helpful or not.

 

If you seek an loyal apprentice, please send a bird too Malinors pigeon-coop. Direct the letter to Kalameet, however my means of replying will be strange, do not be alarmed; she doesn't bite. I'm due to leave Malinor soon, so if you're interested, please make haist.

 

I expect a skilled swordsmen, so if you are in doubt of your capability, reconsider your letter to me, and save me some wasted time.


Kalameet the Masked 

*A seal marks the bottom of the page*

[LPT 771]

*Zabgub smiles in an evil way as he reads the poster just outside of the elven city. He then begins to write down a few things on a peice of paper he found. "Mi will teach lat tu klomp but lat weel know da wey uf da uruks sword skillz, Mi iz good, eyt iz jub different frum mozt fiyghting stylez contayct mi Zabgub." ((jaden568))" *Zabgub then rolls the note off, and sticks it in his partally plucked crows hands, and plucks out a feather indicating he wants him to go.

[Nicodemus 6]

Nicodemus sees the note and gulps. "Kalameet..." He touches the back of his neck and shakes. The writer quickly turns and walks off.