Snail Trail [Level 2-5]

A swarthy, bearded she-dwarf with hard eyes strides into the Ettin. She places a piece of parchment to the noticeboard, draws a long iron nail from her belt, and then pauses, frowning as she looks around for something to use as a hammer. Finding nothing to hand, she shrugs, balls up an armoured fist and punches the nail into the board, fixing the notice in place. Turning, she flashes Col an alarmingly toothy grin that doesn't reach her eyes and walks out the door without a word. A day or so later, the same woman is seen in the Flourished Hook. The notice, written in blocky, angualr text feels almost as though it's been chiselled into the parchment. It reads:

"The Order of the Crimson Fist seeks worthy adventurers willing to assist in an acquisition. The Order's forces are currently investigating reports of giants and trolls in the mountains, and are thus unable to pursue this directly. We have located a small next of Flail Snails in an abandoned mine to the west. We are willing to pay well for each intact shell returned, with additional payments if you are able to secure some viable eggs. Find me at the Order's barracks if interested.

Signed,

Gretchen Coldiron

Master at Arms

Order of the Crimson Fist"