The bartender snatched the two notices off the board, holding them out. "Wish you luck, I've nailed that boar job on the board twice already though, so if it proves too much dont worry, I'll nail it back up in a hurry if that happens." The bartender turned to regard the bar again, handing the empty plate off to the barmaid.<br/><br/>As Marric made his way to the shopkeeper's place, he found it easy enough.<em>The Treasured Goods.</em>As Marric made his way over, he was greeted with a sight of one<em>tall</em>man in a black work apron, coughing slightly with a large box in his hands that he shut down as Marric stepped in. "Ohh? Welcome, traveler, to the Treasured Goods. Can I help you, are you looking for something in particular?" The man was over six feet, almost half a foot over six feet. He smirked widely, looking at Marric, with hairy, strong arms showing.<br/><br/>"If you are looking to sell something though, put it on the counter." He thumbed behind him at a finely polished, thick wooden counter.