After a few days, Beldor again approaches the spot where the notices had been in the Storehouse. Seeing that they are no longer there, he contemplates a moment. He heads to the writer's desk and returns with a notice of his own. Though it is tacked up and stamped without much ado, there feels as if an unspoken sincerity in its brevity.
Should any still seek a mentor in the way of the Art and Blade, my doors are open to you.
~B~E~L~D~O~R~ ~M~A'~F~E~R~
The Ma'fer Manor of Shadowscape