Donald Campbell
Novice
Elwynd strides hurriedly through the door's of Ilsa's Rest Tavern a heavily inked piece of paper clutched in his hand. Something needed to be done to spread information among their group. Their most important goal at the moment was to lay the foundations of the plans for the forward outpost and what was to become their new home.
His lack of ability to read and write at the moment was giving him no end of troubles but he had finally managed to track down someone with sufficient patience willing to help get his information organized and committed to paper.
The young elf comes to a stop at the tavern notice board, he turns and addresses any who happen to be sitting there. "This is all of the information I have gathered from the travelling caravans and independent traders. There are far too many tasks and far too little time to do all that which needs to be done. Anyone willing to make contact with any of the caravans please let me know so that I may keep others appraised of our actions. At this point any information would be appreciated, we cannot secure the assistance of these good folk if we do not know what they seek."
He stops and takes a breath "I know we all fight a difficult battle but in matters of war the mundane cannot be ignored. I gladly accept any help given."
He posts the notice and takes a seat in the tavern.
His lack of ability to read and write at the moment was giving him no end of troubles but he had finally managed to track down someone with sufficient patience willing to help get his information organized and committed to paper.
The young elf comes to a stop at the tavern notice board, he turns and addresses any who happen to be sitting there. "This is all of the information I have gathered from the travelling caravans and independent traders. There are far too many tasks and far too little time to do all that which needs to be done. Anyone willing to make contact with any of the caravans please let me know so that I may keep others appraised of our actions. At this point any information would be appreciated, we cannot secure the assistance of these good folk if we do not know what they seek."
He stops and takes a breath "I know we all fight a difficult battle but in matters of war the mundane cannot be ignored. I gladly accept any help given."
He posts the notice and takes a seat in the tavern.
