-The posters are written grubbily, with many spelling mistakes, however, you can make out the jist-

Hello there!

Do you want to get RICH?

And quickly?

Well, then, Mr. Worn may have the job just for you.

He's recruiting the most hardass crazies in Sanctuary for a one time job that will make you all living legends. Extreme danger is involved, so those who're likely to run away like cowards shouldn't waste my *crossed out* his time.

Trappers and Healers are needed like hell.

Interested parties may leave a notice at the Crone for F. Worn.

Goblins need not apply.

- *Signed crudely*

Mr. Worn.

//Tuesday, 3PM EST, 8PM GMT.

-The Posters are put up again, and some have something else written on in big, red letters-

You'll get fecking rich. Time's running out.

-Signed-

Mr Worn

-One last notice has been tacked on-

One hour. The Crone.