hear ye hear ye

[kroma the unhospitable]

hear ye hear ye, your local town crier has arrived and ready to serve in the cobalted streets in our Duchy, long live the king!

[Nira Nathair]

Greeting, mister... Nira blinks twice, checking her eyesight... mister "unhospitable."

Are you newly arrived in Wessex? I can assure you, our streets are not made of anything so dangerous as cobalt. No sir, just plain, sturdy cobblestones, straight from the earth.

If you are seeking employment, might I recommend the garrison? No crier positions are currently available, I'm afraid.

She gives him a look of contempt. And while in the Duchy of Wessex, it is customary to offer hails to His Grace the Duke, not the king of Mercia, for His Grace is our liege and lord here.

The dwarf turns quickly and strides away, back to her duties.

[Aiden Morild]

Greetings

[Vladius]

Hey, welcome.

Is this Kroma Flex from FoM?

[Beric Veincrusher]

hear ye hear ye, your local town crier has arrived and ready to serve in the cobalted streets in our Duchy, long live the king!

Kroma and Potes are the sexiest of all!

[Surly von Fishbarrel]

Give him a big bell and a tricorne hat, set him loose in the courtyard. Looks like we finally got ourselves a village idiot who can live up to the position's taxing requirements.

[Nira Nathair]

The herald frowns in disgust. --->

[Beric Veincrusher]

I think he'd make a dandy Herald...

[Komako the Hawk]

The Seeker squints at the strange fellow, and then decides it is not worth her time.

[Unregistered]

Give him a big bell and a tricorne hat, set him loose in the courtyard. Looks like we finally got ourselves a village idiot who can live up to the position's taxing requirements.

thankyou kind sir for having pitty on a commoner, it seems some are so high on the social ladder they have no time for a mere pesant, while all I request is a loaf of bread and a few gold coins! I hearby swear allegience to the duke!

kroma the unhospitable