The door opens again and an immaculatly dressed halfling, wearing an intricately embroidered waistcoat, and what appears to be a powdered white wig, hurridly propels himself into the tavern and up towards the bar. He glances around, his eyes falling upon the massive Orc, and lingering as he swallows audibly. A bead of sweat forms upon his bow as he unfurls as scroll with nervous precision loudly clearing his throat.
"Ahem! Patrons of the Red Dragon, on behalf of the Bridgend Merchant's Association I Ped Huffgood - of Huffgood spices, cinnamon currently 25% off - request your assistance! We require a number of doubty adventurers to combat a gang of thieves who have recently begun to assault the honest and upstanding members of our association," Ped glances up from the scroll his eyes narrowing briefly, "and Yarman."
"Those hired will be required to locate apprehend or slay the purportrators and recover any goods possible assuring their return to their rightful owners! Any who agree to undertake this noble task will recieve a initial payment of one hundred gold pieces with a further hundred to come upon completion and twenty percent of the value of any goods returned to Association members. In addition the succesful party members would also be entitled to a lifetime 5% discount from all members of the Bridgend Merchant's Association - which may not be used in conjunction with other offers or promotions."
With that the halfling produces a sack heavy with coin and places it enticeingly upon a table, seating himself after first pulling out a cloth and brushing off the chair. He places a piece of parchment upon the table and withdraws a quill and ink bottle from a belt.
"Any takers?"
