Note pinned to a notice board
|Notice board by the Inn at the Crossroads|
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- Kind folk,
- For lack of better fare I fed my young'uns pancakes made of ground acorn. The poor tykes've lain on the straw for three days since, their bellies growling something awful, getting sick and crying without end. If you know how to help, come to my hut. I've naught to give in return but a warm word and a prayer of thanks.
- — Vissy