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I didn't want to go swimming anyway, baka!
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The following is a notice to all adventurers,
The Territory of Grunberg has been come under the threat of a clan of feral lycanthropes. As of late it is estimated at least 15 of the creatures stalk the pine woods on the outskirts. A hefty bounty has been set aside for those who bring any or multiple of the creature's heads to the town hall of Klarau.
Furthermore an official party will be raised in this town hall on the 15th of the Wine Month; all those who want to join in will have to meet up before the noon on this day. The bounty will then be split per head per person.
Price per head: 100 silver pieces
Every next head will bring in an extra 10% of silver.
For further clarification or payment ask for Burgess Waldemar.
The small figure cloaked in dark robes stared at the board, dimly lit by the light of an oil lantern, and the ink slightly running from the fog in the air. Despite being in town streets it seemed the heat of the coals in the houses didn't keep the mist in the field. Yet he did not seem to mind, nor interested in getting inside. Only the notice deserved attention, and the subsequent inner debate on whether or not he should follow it.
"Do you think we should join the other people or try alone?" With no one beside him or out of their mind enough to go outside at this hour, it appeared he was talking to himself. Softly in hushed tones, seemingly slightly secretive but listening attentively to the silent reply.
"But not liking people isn't enough to risk losing. I'm sure the others didn't mean it, and maybe they like us this time?" Apparently he had had bad experiences with people, which was perhaps the reason he only crossed this place when none was there. Yet it didn't seem that strange considering his behaviour that people were wary of him
"Oh no... of course it isn't you. You're very pretty! No one wouldn't like you."
With that said he decided he had spend enough time on the notice, moving on on the muddy roads with a spring in his step one would not have expected. Not from anyone at that hour, in that weather, even less so someone dressed in such dark garbs.
The following is a notice to all adventurers,
The Territory of Grunberg has been come under the threat of a clan of feral lycanthropes. As of late it is estimated at least 15 of the creatures stalk the pine woods on the outskirts. A hefty bounty has been set aside for those who bring any or multiple of the creature's heads to the town hall of Klarau.
Furthermore an official party will be raised in this town hall on the 15th of the Wine Month; all those who want to join in will have to meet up before the noon on this day. The bounty will then be split per head per person.
Price per head: 100 silver pieces
Every next head will bring in an extra 10% of silver.
For further clarification or payment ask for Burgess Waldemar.
The small figure cloaked in dark robes stared at the board, dimly lit by the light of an oil lantern, and the ink slightly running from the fog in the air. Despite being in town streets it seemed the heat of the coals in the houses didn't keep the mist in the field. Yet he did not seem to mind, nor interested in getting inside. Only the notice deserved attention, and the subsequent inner debate on whether or not he should follow it.
"Do you think we should join the other people or try alone?" With no one beside him or out of their mind enough to go outside at this hour, it appeared he was talking to himself. Softly in hushed tones, seemingly slightly secretive but listening attentively to the silent reply.
"But not liking people isn't enough to risk losing. I'm sure the others didn't mean it, and maybe they like us this time?" Apparently he had had bad experiences with people, which was perhaps the reason he only crossed this place when none was there. Yet it didn't seem that strange considering his behaviour that people were wary of him
"Oh no... of course it isn't you. You're very pretty! No one wouldn't like you."
With that said he decided he had spend enough time on the notice, moving on on the muddy roads with a spring in his step one would not have expected. Not from anyone at that hour, in that weather, even less so someone dressed in such dark garbs.
