<div align="center"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>GM Post</strong></span></div><br/>Jarl Tali tapped her fingers on the table before her. The desk, littered with papers that lay untouched for weeks. Instead her eyes peered into the distance as her adviser droned on.<strong>"Enough. I want postings made, in every inn, tavern, and anywhere else. Anyone with information on either the Dragur or Thieves will be rewarded should it lead to ridding us of either."</strong>she growled, pushing back her chair before leaving the room. Her footsteps echoing off the walls.<br/><br/>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br/>Bee and Bard Early Afternoon<br/>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br/><br/>The rowdy chatter from earlier that morning had died down to a dull murmur in comparison, all except for the pounding of a hammer that echoed at the foot of the stair case. Some of the drunk patrons gathered around as the guard pounded the sign into a few of the posts and doorways within the tavern and inn area.<br/><br/><strong>"What's it say?"</strong>one man slurred, his eyes squinting as the words spun before him.<br/><br/><strong>"Don't much care, so long as that pounding stops. Does he have to make such a damned racket. By the Gods!"</strong>another growled downing the last of his ale. The guard seeming to hammer it in a little louder before he turns to the group.<br/><br/><strong>You lot, if any of you have information about the draugr or any of the thievin' goin' around here. Then take your sorry arse down to see the Jarl. She'll want to know about it."</strong>He say's before turning away and leaving, the drunks and a few other patrons reading over the message before many found themselves turning away with disinterest.