* A tall, older man, cowled and cloaked in browns and greens, moves quietly from message board to message board, as is his wont. On seeing a particullary colorful leaflet, he reads and then tacks up a small note beside it. *
Ms. Copperstone,
I happen to have one such ingot, mildly enchanted, lying about and gathering dust. Market prices for ingots of this metal currently run ~ 6,000 T. Since this one's enchanted, what do you say to a nice round 8,000? You can leave word at the Orc Basher's Guild in Hempstead.
~ C. A.