White dragon armor for sale

[jrizz]

I have one set of White Dragon armor for sale. It is very good protection, light for what it gives you, and extremely effective against cold. I will take 75,000 true for it. Please leave a note here if you wish to buy it and I will find you.

Crazy Bird

//BAC 6, Max dex 1, ACP -7, ASF 40%, heavy armor, weight 36, Armor Bonus +3, cold resist 20 / -, level req 19

[Rowana]

*An individual is seen approaching the trade board, stalking it in a way that suggests to others that they should remain clear if it. The figure seems to know right what it's going for, it's hands pushing aside all other notes so that this one can be read more clearly. Swathed in loose breeches, cloak and some kind of wrapped shirt, all in hues of brown, the individual stares at the note for a few moments. It stands at a medium height, carrying no weapons. The swathing makes it hard to tell if it's man or woman but likely human or elf. It glances around briefly, peeking out from behind a cloth wrapped face. Holding the notes all aside still the figure takes in those near by and then lets the pages fall in a rather dramatic and intentional gesture. The eyes glare at everyone around the immediate area and then it stalks off. At some point, the gait of the strange figure shifts and it disappears into the crowd.... Where it went is hard to guess.*

[Script Wrecked]

**The note is later found stuck to the board with a plain dagger, a deliberately knotted white ribbon hangs from the pommel. One of the ribbon ends is flecked red. Large cursive letters scrawl across the surface of the note.**

Sold.

[jrizz]

*Wren passes by the trade post board seeming to look at notes and offers. He tilts his head at the note with the dagger and scratches his chin. He then moves on to other notes before moving off to a corner of the trade hall, once there he watches the board for a couple of hours. Every now and then he shops around looking at other wares.*

[Script Wrecked]

**Several hours later, when perhaps Wren stops by his local tavern, he finds a sealed letter tied in white ribbon waiting for him. If he asks the bartender whom delivered the package, the bartender replies, a small boy, probably a street urchin.**