*Riven walks up and checks to make sure his note is clear of obstructions. He frowns a bit at the note by "B" and then laughs and removes it from the flyer.*
As Riven strolls off with his pack full of goods, he makes up a little song,
Shine it up or dull it down,
Only a few will will lift their frown.
Offer iron, or offer mud,
only a few will buy my goods.
But if I seek a leg-breaker,
A muscled brute or bone-cracker,
Many notes are sent to me,
"Looking for work" they say to me!
What to make of that, I wonder?
Are folks poor, and seeking plunder?
Or maybe they have plenty to spare,
And simply like the bone-breaking dare!
