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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Bihlbo" data-source="post: 4725299" data-attributes="member: 9961">In the bustling marketplace a friendly-looking halfling walks between the stalls, absently looking at the goods for sale. At each stall he either talks to the hawker as a friend or bumps into someone he knows while looking at the goods. The path he takes is slow and meandering, stopping to talk more than he makes any progress. As he approaches the wall of the Dragon's Den Inn he hears some commotion. "Say, what's all the hubub, friend?" he asks a perfect stranger. "Thar's a note what's about gettin us some heroes, there is. I's lookin fer to see what kinda lads take the calls."The halfling makes his way through the crowd, saying hello to some people he passes, until he reaches an elf friend of his. "Ah good, I was hopin' I'd find a friend here. You know I never learned my letters, mind tellin' me what's this thing say?" As his friend reads the post out loud, the halfling notices an angry commotion across the crowd as a man grabs the collar of the one next to him and spits out, "Where's my ring?!" The halfling's eyes go big as he digs in his pockets. "Ah, thanks friend, you know I wish I had your learning, I truly do. Which reminds me, my uncle wants to invest in your pottery works! Please, take this ring and give all our best to your wife and children. Speaking of which, shouldn't you get back to them soom? Look at these long shadows!" With that he takes his leave, making his way through the crowd rather quickly. He's quite sure he didn't hear "Where'd you get that?" as he walks away. Yes, quite sure.Later, at the Well of Fortune on the morning of Kythorn the 10th, would-be heroes gather and talk on what the future might hold. A large-faced halfling with a serious look and a dagger at his hip approaches and stands nearby. A grubby human child, clearly a gutter rat, sleeps on a patchwork rawhide mat in the filth next to a nearby streetlight. Two old women, roughly the same small height but one clearly a dwarf, walk slowly by, chatting about their husbands and sweeping the cobbles, occasionally stooping low to see if anything valuable can be found in the dust and debris.</blockquote>

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