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"

"Sixteen ingots? I can do that!" Malak reads through the later about purchasing all of his remaining ingots. Upon finishing the letter he sends a reply. "If you're certain you wish to purchases my remaining 350 ingots that's fine. But I must first go collect them, for I did not bring them all with me." -Malak ((Also I won't be on for the rest of the evening, so we'll have to wait until a later time.))

"Then he shall receive 100!" Malak begins counting 100 ingots into a sack.

A dirty looking white haired elf, struggling to pull a cart with cloth covering it's contents makes his way slowly into Malinor. He stops just outside the elven city and releases his grip of the cart. He catches his breath for a few moments before making sure the cart is secure, then proceeds to start shouting. "Elven crafted iron ingots for sale!" "Only fifteen minas each!" He walks over to the side of the cart, removing the cloth revealing hundreds of iron ingots stacked on top of each other. "I'll be here all day! and if I'm not, be sure to look for me around Malinor!" "Oh, and one last thing! If anyone is after a miner I'm starting to get quite proficient at it, smelting too! In fact, all this iron here I got with my own hands!" ((If I'm offline or you can't find me, just throw me a forum inbox, leave a reply here, or message me in game [Akorta]))