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Leckith Oakenhair looked over the message board carefully, and shook his head with a half laugh. "Nothing I can use here..." He whispered to himself.
Taking the pre-written notice out of his cloak pocket, he pushed it onto one of the evenly spaced spikes.
"Wanted: Rapier of some small enchantment. Must be accurate and take down foes with ease. Gold offered, to be confirmed on examination of the goods. Ask for Leckith Oakenhair."
He smiled and turned away, picking at his fingernails with the end of his pitted and tarnished rapier. "Seen better days, my friend." He patted it with a smile.
Taking the pre-written notice out of his cloak pocket, he pushed it onto one of the evenly spaced spikes.
"Wanted: Rapier of some small enchantment. Must be accurate and take down foes with ease. Gold offered, to be confirmed on examination of the goods. Ask for Leckith Oakenhair."
He smiled and turned away, picking at his fingernails with the end of his pitted and tarnished rapier. "Seen better days, my friend." He patted it with a smile.