*her hair pulled back in a loose tail to keep it out of her face, the red head draws the back of her hand over her fore head and looks at the large tree. She sighs heavily and twists the tree's terracotta base around and slightly more to the right so that the light's rays touch the delicate leaves of the tree and steps back, eyeing the arrangement once more.
A heavy sigh of relief slips from her quietly as she is finally satisfied with the placement. Singing softly to the tree she begins tending it, with a gardener's care. Ending with this with a good soaking from her bucket.*
"Care t-to hold this for me f-friend?" *she smiles softly and looks for a nice place to settle the hickory parchment. Settling on a bare spot in the branches she sets the parchment so that the branches gently cradle the paper in visible sight*
Dear Sir or Maddam:
I regret to inform you that the portal has been forcibly moved. Many passerby were using the portal as an escape of boat fare, and as such have put some of our most loyal patrons out of work! This is hardly acceptable to the staff of the Freelancer and we made a decision to move the portal.
The portal now resides within one of our sleeping rooms, which has been cleared and reorganized to support such activity. To those whom wish to simply use the portal as a transportation device you need to purchase a room key from our Gnomish Tinkered Innkeeper One Thousand and seek out the room just nearest the kitchen door. Those who are leaving donations, we ask that you do so during business hours so that we might offer the inn master key in lieu of your having to pay an additional fee.
All proceeds of the Gnomish Tinkered Innkeeper One Thousand, will be donated to the out of work sailors and dockworkers who frequent our tavern, be it through the bread line or otherwise. Please help us support our faithful patrons either by sailing with them or through use of the portal.
Sincerely,
Freelancer Management
