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An auburn bearded dwarf appears and attaches a hastily scrawled note to the notice board. Sips some coffee while looking over the board.* "Looks like I've already been here today" *He then walks out of the tavern begins a ritual and is shredded before onlookers eyes, again. The letter reads:
Adventurers,
Please continue to not use the glowy pink Old Magic. I would like to do an accounting of how many motes of old magic we have wandering around the adventuring community, if possible as you come collect your loot splits this weekend give Glenn or I (whoever has the census sheet) a note as to how many motes are in your, or your guilds possession, it would be greatly appreciated. If you are uncertain if you can be trusted with the Old Magic please find Auryn, Glenn or me and we will accept it, no questions asked and no judgement given. Thank you.
Death to Shara zalad.
FF
Adventurers,
Please continue to not use the glowy pink Old Magic. I would like to do an accounting of how many motes of old magic we have wandering around the adventuring community, if possible as you come collect your loot splits this weekend give Glenn or I (whoever has the census sheet) a note as to how many motes are in your, or your guilds possession, it would be greatly appreciated. If you are uncertain if you can be trusted with the Old Magic please find Auryn, Glenn or me and we will accept it, no questions asked and no judgement given. Thank you.
Death to Shara zalad.
FF