STUPID DWARF NEEDS YOUR AID!

[OldBear]

[SIZE=24]NOTICE TO ALL HONEST CITIZENS OF HLINT[/SIZE]
  [SIZE=16]It be with more then a little regret that I post this notice to ye all. Today while entering Hlint from the direction of the cotten fields, I must have dropped me axe and shield as I entered town. T'was a stupid thing to do I know. I had a full load of meet to cook and cure and didn't think to notice if had room in me packs for me shield and axe. The shield was made of Iron and had a drawin of an axe on it with a gray and black background encircled in red. The axe was a well made iron waraxe with a light spell on it.[/SIZE]
  [SIZE=16]Now me wishes I could offer ye a reward for the findin of it, but at de moment me have a total of $225 gold and no real way of earnin more till me find me axe and shield. However if ye will take me well wishes I be's glad to give ye all me gold which is as said 225 pieces. [/SIZE]
  [SIZE=16]Later when me regain some of me wealth will buy ye a couple of ales too.[/SIZE]
  [SIZE=16]Saddly, [/SIZE]
  [SIZE=16]Dalan Stoneaxe[/SIZE]

[AeonBlues]

*A trail of sand leads to the message board*

There is nothing that makes my heart jump more then the sound of my shield falling out of my pack.  Given the description of your loss, I seriously doubt you will ever see these items again.  If you are still with out weapon and shield when next we meet, then I shall arm you, and aid you in raising what ever gold or materials you need to replace these I items.  These are dangerous times, and the defenders of Layonara must be well equipped.  Look for a dark elf cleric of Az'atta, named Cymeran Vrinn.

[Serissa]

Ferrit walks tiredly into the inn and buys an Iron Bock Ale.  Sipping her drink, she scans the various notes and ads posted on the wall.  "Ahh", she says, "So that's how all that iron mongery got dumped in the middle of the road.  I walked thru the gate and tripped right over it.  Wonder if he'll want it back with all the fancy stuff worn off of it?  It was all I could do to heave the load onto my ox."
Using a bit of charcoal, she leaves a message at the bottom of the parchment.  "See Ferrit for your stuff"
Yawning, she heads home to her warm and comfy bed.