Splotches of oil and grit cover this piece of leather hide, and it appears singed along the edges. It has been attached to the Guild Hall's door roughly three feet from the floor with a rather large bolt and smells faintly of explosive powder.
Grim~
The winds sing of your triumphs across the barrens and the waters echo your war-cries along the shore. The earth calls to me and I wish to join you in glory. We will rain death and destruction down upon them like the fires of Mount Kajaro! I want to fight at your side.
Squizzle
A piece of singed leather hangs from the guild hall's door.
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A piece of singed leather hangs from the guild hall's door.
Be careful of the toes you step on today, for they may be attached to the butt you have to kiss tomorrow.
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Grisbault, Twice-Made.
The p, s, l, and t are silent, the screams are not.
The p, s, l, and t are silent, the screams are not.