Filling the Ranks

Falarthin slowly walked through Bree-Town, watching the people as he passed. Ever so often, he would stop to hammer an announcement to a wooden board or column. His attempt to saturate the town was going well, so far. He looked back after hammering a nail into the column, seeing another announcement a ways in the distance, fluttering against the wind.

He met several men along his way, but they did not seem to be worth the time to converse with. A woman called out to him, but he had seen her before. He definitely would not be stopping to speak with her. She only wanted coin for the pleasure of her company. He simply shook his head and continued on to the next well visible place and began to hammer in a nail to hold the announcement in place. After he did that, he walked onward, seeing the Pony in the distance.

He slowly walked up the stairs of the Pony, glancing about as he did. He found several people loitering by the fountain, carrying on conversations about nothing. Fal smiled a bit and pushed the door open, walking into the great room of the Inn. His first thought was to scan the room, taking note of who might be there. He nods to a few of his friends that are present and presses on to the bar to speak with Barliman.

Fal appoaches the bar, calling out to Barliman, "Barliman, I need to speak with you! Do you have a moment? Oh, yes, a tankard of mead would be grand." He nods in thanks and slides a couple coins onto the counter as Barliman brings his mead to him. He then says, "Say, Barliman, I would like to post some announcements in the main room of the Inn. Would you allow that?" Falarthin then frowns as Barliman shakes his head. Fal pulls out a pouch of coins, mostly silver, and slides it over. "How about now, sir?" He tries to keep the smile from his face as he notices Barliman's eyes grow a bit wider, a twinkle in them. Fal leaves the pouch on the bar and picks up his mead. "I don't think you have an objection now, sir?" He chuckles lightly as Barliman shakes his head.

Falarthin walks over the the nearest wooden column and hammers a nail through the announcement, putting it into place for all to see. It reads:

The Bloody Dawn is seeking to fill the ranks of it's company. We accept all sorts of backgrounds for various purposes.  If you can fight, cook, sing, or clean, seek us out. We may have a use for you. All able bodied men are welcome to contact Captain Hardoleth, Hyrien, Embeth, or Falarthin.

Falarthin nods in satisfaction after hanging the announcement. He walks over to a table and sits down to enjoy his mead.