If one is a Breelander the news of the elderly hobbit Brito's latest scheme is inescapable. If one did somehow managed to evade the inexhaustable hobbit's invitations and loud discussion with every hobbit, dwarf and man in market and tavern alike, the note written in impeccably fastiduous handwriting, but rather brilliantly blue ink on the Boar Fountain reads:

Come join the friends and patrons of the Warhorse Inn to hear the story of the shield maiden Hwítnes.  In honor of this legendary lady, our dance will be a Lady's Choice!

Bring Hammers, Saws and your Appetite!  Volunteers requested to help rebuild the gutted Warhorse Inn.