*posted at the RB, Crone and Town Hall*

Selling a suit of platemail with a light (20m, White) enchantment.

1500 coins, or nearest offer.

Much cheaper to any promising young warriors who pray to the Lord of War before battle.

-Bloodreaver Skret

A rugged man with an eyepatch is seen resting a large axe to the ground next to the board while reading the notice, the thing covered in a crimson stain. He rips off another notice on the board, flips it over and nails it to the bottom fo the post:

Well shit. Didn't think I'd see another follower of the Reaver. If there's one thing I love it's killing. I got barely a few coins to my name, but I'll meet for whatever it's worth. Just got my axe, and my nearly uncountable ways I know how to kill a man. And so far, that ain't failed me yet.

Garak Westcastle

*some scribbled scratching is added to the bottom*

Aw shit almost forgot, mail for me at the Pisser an Shitter. Guess they call it the Pissing Crone. Whatever. Think my name fits better. Place smells like piss and shit.