Niniel saw the small hobbit who'd first spoken to her--could it already have been two days?--nail up a sign by the bar. Curious, she excused herself, stammering a little when she looked at Soronume, and went to read it.
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Important Notice: Help Wanted:
Sensible Hobbits, Elves and Men needed who can keep their mind on their work!
Help Cami and Aman sort through all the mathoms and peddle them to our guests at a giant jumble sale. You will be rewarded for your efforts with a whole bag of desirable items which you may select from the tables before the general public is admitted.
Don't miss this chance of a lifetime!
Please leave your notes of inquiry addressed to Aman and Madame Cami with one of the bartenders......
Date and place to be announced shortly.
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Well, Niniel didn't know what a mathom was exactly, but the idea sounded interesting. She took a small piece of paper from the pile and wrote her current name on it in thin, spidery Westron, along with a request to be allowed to help. Blushing a little at being so forward, she gave it to the bartender who came to see if she needed anything.
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