Akorta

RIP Brettdude the 20th :(

What is this "Maybe near Sydney, I think that's where Akorta lives." I feel like you know nothing about me!

Malak watches as the ingots in his cart quickly become less and less. "Everyone! That will be all the iron for today! All orders shall be filled then I shall be going to collect some more."

You notice a dirty looking, white haired elf nailing some poorly written fliers, covered in dirt to trees along the road. The fliers reads: "Greetings to anyone reading this! My name is Malak and I'm a simple elf looking for a land or a home of my own. Now then, I know what you're probably thinking, you're thinking why would should I receive such a thing? Well then let me tell you why... I would write a big long speech about how I've been homeless and everything, but I know you probably won't care, so I'll skip right to it. Over the past few years I have become somewhat of a semi-decent miner. So what I'm offering is: If you give me a place to stay, I can supply you with more than enough iron then what my living expenses would cost! If you spent the time to read this and you're interested, you can find me around Malinor. If not, I understand. -Malak.

((I have everyones iron and I shall be online for a while, so just throw me a /tell when you want to buy))

"hay"