Notice put up - silver dragoons recruitment and propaganda
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Dietrick pays a halfling of flowery words to think up of a message…
_Attention fellow right-sized people of the Nars!
A bountiful year had just ended and a good harvest is reaped. Did you enjoy yourselves at the Harvest Moon Festival? Would you like more?
Then listen up fellow kin! A farmer reaps only what is sowed, and we only have our peace and freedom because of what our dragoons have given!
With the recent wars, our dragoon numbers have sinked drastically! But the numbers of our enemies haven't! Are we going to sit by watching our dragoon numbers get eroded?
Then come on! Now is the time to do your part!
Are you maturing in your teens? Ever dream of fighting for the valley?
Then sign up with the silver dragoons now, the dragoons are recruiting!
If you dream of bleeding off some hot blood from the bravery of youth, then this is it! Wait no more, enemies don't! The dragoons need YOU!_
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Atel reads the poster and giggles a little bit before making a mental note to find her old Dragoon stuff sometime soon…
