(no subject)
She was tempted to tack her own flier over the werewolf warning earlier in the week. But, thankfully, she did not. Not until today, at least. The full moon has passed.
On the back door:
Come help me get rid of some old pottery the fun way
by tossing it off the top of the warrior practice grounds' trapeze platform.
Outdoors, by the head of the path up into the mountains.
If the information on the flier wasn't enough to find the place, the sound of her cackling should be enough to find her. Well that, and some signage warning about falling objects and a cordoned off area. And the sound of pottery shattering. And the occasional explosion. Maybe a felled tree or two.
She may or may not be smoking through her stash of marrentill. Um...
On the back door:
Come help me get rid of some old pottery the fun way
by tossing it off the top of the warrior practice grounds' trapeze platform.
Outdoors, by the head of the path up into the mountains.
If the information on the flier wasn't enough to find the place, the sound of her cackling should be enough to find her. Well that, and some signage warning about falling objects and a cordoned off area. And the sound of pottery shattering. And the occasional explosion. Maybe a felled tree or two.
She may or may not be smoking through her stash of marrentill. Um...