*Toregir would squint his eyes inquisitively at one of the posters, inhaling the strong waft of soot with an intrigued grin, before strolling towards the Cloud Temple's pigeon coop and attaching a crumpled piece of paper to its leg, the contents of the letter would read -*
"I, Toregir Baelic, a Dwarf who currently stands at the modest age of seventy three, would like to undergo an apprenticeship underneath your stead, and promise to pay in sheer determination and hard work assisting you in whatever crafts or jobs you may assign to me.
To whatever your answer may be, I thank you for your time.
-Toregir Baelic."
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