Business advertisement

[left_cat]

A small post hangs on the corner.

'Can you be certain after grabbing your inheritance, your family / friend will bury you properly? Worry that you may suffer an unexpected death with no one to take care of your body? Contact Tiny Tail at Ogre's Head Tavern, who will discuss the detail of your burial in the comfort of your local drinking tavern and ensure your body and spirit is able to enjoy the eternal rest that you deserve. For the first 5 to contact, will throw in life time anti- rising protection.'

 

[CaptMyron]

Diggs enters the tavern, throwing back the hood of his rain-spattered cloak. Although the weather seemed to finally be turning to spring, he still favours the dark, smoky, alcohol-infused, slightly pissy atmosphere of a tavern.

Glancing at the corner, he notices a small poster not there before.

Walking over to the corner, Diggs reads it, the ghost of a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth as he nears the end.

"Gotta love that kitty's spirit - real go-getter than one is. Would've made a fine hobbling," he mutters to himself.

"Now let's go see a man about a drink."