Old parchment began popping up nailed into walls and message boards all over the Slums.
It was always around waist-height.
It read as follows:
Are you sick of using a crude wooden club to smack your foes?
Is your sword more fragile than a noble's ego?
Do you want to own two daggers like an edgy little shit?
Behold, the answer to your numerous issues:
~ The Greborian ~
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Proud. Dwarven. Steel.
Find us at the Schwarzmarkt, near the entrance to the slums.
Look for a red and grey canopy, and a blazing forge.
What're you waiting for?
Come get some.
