Notice Board

''"Yur getting restliss are ya?" the barkeep chuckles as he interrupts your staring at the Notice Board, a wall with multitudes of paper haphazardly attached. In the tavern it was an unspoken rule that the citizens, should they need some assistance, could post requests on the wall. All they had to do was simply fasten the sheet to the wood - if it stuck, it stayed. ''

''As the tavern never 'officially' stated that the Notice Board was even allowed, no one took to maintaining the damned thing. Years of tacking on more and more sheets formed a disgustingly thick layer of paper. It was hard to tell how many of these requests were accepted. Several requests even grew mold.''

''With a noncommittal nod to the barkeep, you return to your musings, and try to pick out a quest. Perhaps this one will quell your boredom. ''