*Grympint, after reading the dainty letterings of Freldo and his reply to Axodeth, goes to the Postmaster to have a letter scripted up, all the while eating his potato and thinking, 'ain't like oi gonner drop me potato jus sose oi can write a stupid letter.'*
Wanted!!! Copper Ore.
Why, you may ask would I want copper ore, well, it ain't like I have all the time in the world to go mining rocks. Need time for drinking, eating, and wenching too...laughing. No, truth be told, that mining takes time I'd rather spend in crafting armor. Though, I'm still available to actually go mining with good company and maybe a little tugging at my beard.
So, if you see me near the smithy just minding my business or bothering those who loiter there, I will pay you 10gp per chunk. If you find me within the smithy itself, actually crafting, I will offer you 15gp per chunk. Note: Until my money runs dry or you get on my nerves.
Now, don't be bothering me on the road or when you see me talking to nice rounded dwarven gal, with finely tailored beard, or I'll crack you one. If I'm in my helm, I'm on my way out with my friends, and again, bother me, and you'll get cracked. Now, I'm a law abiding citizen, don't make me crack you.
Grympint
PS: Freldo, I peered in here the other day and you even drink dainty. You still have a wet spot on the floor where you slept your headache away...laugh.
