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The cool autumn air fills your lungs as you move through the square. The rich loam of the earth is springy underfoot and the sounds of vendors and merchants touting their wares is like a song to your ears. The people of Sharlstown move in a strange but soothing pattern across the way and you spot many familiar standbys. The baker, with pastries and breads aplenty. The cobbler with repair services and offers to commission boots. The local constabulary keeping an eye out and maintaining the peace of the morning. Everything is as it should be in small town on the edges of the Naerenth Forest, and you find yourself breathing deeply as you join the throngs. You pass quickly and politely through the crowds as you make your way to the job board. Every town of this size has one, and though you haven’t seen it yet, you’re confident that it’ll be close to the square. There, just beyond the well, two trimmed posts and a cut of lumber all nailed together with the tasks and errands of the townsfolk posted with various promises of recompense for services rendered. Familiar, but to be sure, different from other similar posting-boards you’ve come across in your travels. You move closer and start to scan the scrawled (and occasional printed!) job offers. It’s mostly typical; someones goat was killed by a troll, a witch needs ten raven feathers for an incantation she’s been working on, there’s a lych that needs to be put to rest, ect. You sigh and glance around the board at the others gathered there, as always there’s a few locals with a sword or axe looking to make their place in the world. But more prominent are the other adventurers. Wanderers, vagrants, Pathfinders. They all shift and move, showcasing various levels of experience and capability. Well worn armor and weapons clink and scrape as those that can read scan the board for a task that suits their particular set of skills. One in particular catches your eye, a Human woman, attractive by most senses of aesthetics, though with a vicious scar that runs across her cheek down to the jaw-line. She wears the heavy banded mail as if she were born in it and a long well-honed sword hangs at her hip. You’re just about to give up on the postings when you notice a faded parchment, a faded parchment with fresh ink . It’s nearly covered by other job offers but you can see the most important part of any job posting, the reward. The job is offering one-thousand gold pieces upon completion. One-thousand for a single job! You’ve barely seen that sum in your entire adventuring career, much less for a single task. You reach out to grab the paper, but before you do the raven-haired warrior woman snatches it up with a smirk! She quickly reads the document, and you’re only barely able to catch the posters location before she stuffs the entire post into the neck of her armor. The Hole. A tavern on the edge of town, you’d seen it as you arrived but had yet to have reason to go there. Apparently the job-offerer wants to meet any adventurers who are willing to undertake the task, and they want to meet them there. You glance up and catch the fighters eyes. She looks at you knowingly, and before you can even open your mouth she turns and starts sprinting towards the edge of town! If you hope for any chance to claim the job (and it’s prize!) yourself you’re going to have to beat her there! 
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Smoke from a half-dozen pipes slowly spirals and collects in the recesses of the heavily-timbered ceiling. The warm brown of the wood and plaster, offset by the stark soot-stains left by the many brightly lit torches, remind one of the warmth and comfort of home. Encouraging those outside to enter, and those inside to stay. Stay and have another drink, or seven. This evening found the main room of the inn more busy than usual. The chill outside coming off the water made minds turn from the thought of extended labor, to a night of leisure and enjoyment. Many and more sought company here, and why shouldn't they? The little sign out front, gently swaying in the chilly breeze, proudly proclaimed in vivid red lettering Any Port. And in a storm who has the will to be picky? Not that the establishment didn't deserve it's patrons. Here the ale was dark, the stew thick, and the two human waitresses look-some, pleasing to the uncritical eye. No, the Inn was perfectly normal, pleasant, and tonight, boisterous. Wholly remarkable in it's utter unremarkableness. The evenings crowd at Any Port was the usual plus some. Humans and Dwarves and Halflings shared tables and laughed together. In the corner a small group of men rolled dice, taking turns yelling out in victory. Near the fireplace a Dwarf in custom armor sat with three street urchins, two human children and what looked to maybe be a half-elf child. Though it was hard to determine, due to the excess of caked dirt on the young ones face. At the bar a lone Gnome waves for the bartenders attention as a group of rowdy looking sailors walk in through the oaken double-doors. One of the salty lot casts a dirty look at the table of urchins, but moves along with his friends. The group moves to a mostly empty table, filling all but the one chair already taken up by a young Dwarven Ranger. They call for food and drink and begin talking animatedly with one another and any who happen to hear them. The wind outside picks up and softly howls against the window pane drawing the attention of a Dwarven Quaesitor. He glances out at the cold night, and then turns back to his drink, listening to those around him. The Dwarven bartender is finally able to take the Gnomes order. The group of sailors continue to joke and laugh, slightly louder than the rest of the crowd. Though Sour-Look continues to occasionally glare at the children and their Dwarven minder. One of the dice-rollers scores an especially large pot to his delight, and dismay of the others. And the inn almost seems to itself, sigh with contentment.
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