*posted in flowing script on a piece of Vellum outside of Hempstead*
If ye know me and ye travelled the lands with me, catch word on the wind to my ears. The land has not much use for an old man and so I make gifts of many of the wonderous goods I've found and purchased. A gifts they be from a fond heart who's given up the drink to those in need, to keep their years as long as I've been lucky enough to stay standing.
Silver.
//Send word via bird (PM). I have many trinkets of interest. They're free.
