With a tear in her hides-and-chain, yet wearing a victorious, toothy grin, Adama posts a parchment notice on the board of the Trading Post. She's taken a lot less care with her penmanship, but it's legible.
After a few minutes, she hurries back and scribbles,
I seek two things.
1. Someone to forge/make/craft a set of fingerless gloves for empowering the hands and claws of the user. The drunk to the side refuses to serve. Will pay.
2. A brooch of shielding. Will pay.
1. Someone to forge/make/craft a set of fingerless gloves for empowering the hands and claws of the user. The drunk to the side refuses to serve. Will pay.
2. A brooch of shielding. Will pay.
Am Adama, sacred paw of Mielikki. Leave notices at Viridale Forest Border or Second Wind, or here. Checking all of those.