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A Small Pierced Piece of Parchment

Posted: Sat Oct 15, 2011 7:08 am
by Sepirion
A small blade, thin and well-balanced, holds firm a small piece of parchment to the front entrance to The Grim. Uneven ink-strokes, heavy drags of the quill, and wavering lines are a sign that this was either written in haste, or under the creative penmanship of a drunk. The smell of roasted malts, and several dark spots on the parchment give evidence to the latter.

"Dis blade needs a target. I humbly request audience fer membership to yer cause."

A small mark is scrawled in the bottom corner, his signature, hard to discern at first glance.

Re: A Small Pierced Piece of Parchment

Posted: Wed Oct 19, 2011 11:54 pm
by Sepirion
The small blade spun 'round in his fingers, the tip planting unexpectedly in the table next to a mug of pale ale. He would use that same hand to lift the brew to his lips, take a long draw from it, and place it back to the table. As his hand came back to scratch his face wearily, the dagger was gone from it's place and Sepirion gave a look around the tavern. Waiting, it was always the fun part of his job, but should it be taking this long for a messenger to deliver a reply to him? A small shrug, and his hand went to the air, two fingers shown to the barkeep. Might as well keep his tongue swimming, his belly full. A few coins tossed to the far side of the table to keep the barkeep happy, and Sep just leaned back, slowly drinking the delicious bitter beverage.