Looking for Armorsmith

[Grey-Moth]

A young man is paid a few coins as Fiona, illiterate, dictates a letter to him.

Young Ms. seeking a skilled armorer for the fashioning of a mithral breastplate. The young Ms. requests all information necessary, price and demands, be left here so she may come in contact with you at a date to be determined.

The small note is placed among the myriad of other requests to be discovered. Fiona graciously shakes the boy's hand as he's paid.

"Just hope there're someone what can read when I get a reply, eh?"