Cami Goodchild hitched up her skirts above her knees and climbed up the ladder. A placard was tucked under one arm, and a hammar and nails slipped under her sash.
It had been a while since she'd last been to the Green Dragon. Other duties in the Shire had kept her very busy. But tonight she had a special reason to be here. She took her sign and set it up above the bar for all the visitors to the Inn to see. One or two folk glanced upward and quickly scanned the message:
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Please see the new thread entitled "Help us plant new seeds in the Shire".
We are looking for folk who would like to share their ideas about possible new plots for RPGs. Take a look and let us know what you think!
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