Toby scruffs a hand through his hair nods to Jharl. "Aye...worth it to see Freldo with a turquoise sailor's hat made out of paper perched on his pretty head. Don't tell 'Cacea about the priests--one came by yesterday and she made my ears wilt 'til they bleedin' fell right off, she did. Better practice the dash between chatty breaths with them around, else you'll need a new pair yourself--these just don't fit the sides of my head the same!" He chuckles to himself and gives a sharp whistle to Sinthar on the way out, who clambers to his large feet and follows after. After adjusting the letters somewhat on the sign, he hangs it in front where it can't be missed. "Come on, Sinthar... put on the concerned charitable face and we'll see if there are any ladies in need of a coat while we're out near the harbor." The situation in Hurm is dire. Reliable sources tell of plague and starvation. The Leilon Arms will be open to accept donations of food, medicine, and clothing. We will see that it gets to Hurm where it is needed.[/SIZE] 11/6 7-9 PM EST