More posters...
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Just before dawn, several posters appear throughout town, hung in prominent places for all travelers to see.
@c2df524f07:
A stench of dead fish, an odor you wish -
were alone, by itself, and no more.But then it gets worse, like inside a hearse -
and pig farmers flee from the door.An odor of brine, stale urine and wine -
all contribute like men to the stench.What darkens the door? Armored blubber and more -
its a hideous, wretched dwarf wench!"With a wanion, says I," and spits in your eye -
a mud-queen announcing her presence.Then swears like a seaman and lies like a demon -
all the while never once making sense.'tis Mercy the dwarf, thrown up on a wharf -
by the Bitch Queen's kindest good graces.O Sea Queen - we lack, please take Mercy back -
and put smiles on all of our faces.The Firebird
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Adric saunters by and spies to poster, stopping to read. By the end, his smirks grows to a full blown smile and he shakes his head with a chuckle.
"My, my. A myster poet in our midst."
With that, he continues on his way.
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If any might chance to see it, a small halfling with neatly tied brown hair and a shortbow at her back, clad in an enormous brown cloak, stops to read the poster.
By the time she has finished the piece, her hands are on her hips and she is guffawing mightily.
:lol:
