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Child of the 7th Age · 06-18-2003, 02:29 PM

A considerable mob of Shirelings had gathered directly outside the room where Aman had set the mathoms out on giant sorting tables. Hobbits were impatiently pacing up and down the corridor and banging on the doorway every few seconds to beseech Cami to let them in. Several enterprising lads had shinnied up the rose trellis to gain access to the second floor window that looked onto the sorting room. These lads now had their fingers curled tightly around the ledge, with their bodies hanging down and their eyes peering in just above the bottom of the window sill. They squinted in through a good-sized hole in the curtains, vainly trying to make out what was going on inside.

Cami blocked her ears to the hubub and kept sorting through the piles that Aman had carted down from the attic. There was no way she'd get work done if she let these folk come trampling in. She'd tried that once before, and it simply hadn't worked.

Everyone claimed they wanted to help sort things, but once they got into the room, all thoughts of sorting vanished. She'd found hobbits furtively pushing mathoms into their back pockets, and others nearly coming to blows when two neighbors couldn't decide on who had first dibs on a particular item.

Perhaps, she needed some realiable helpers. Hobbits or Elves or Men who would keep their mind on business and not go off half-cocked by stuffing things into their pants and aprons. Surely there must be some guests at the Inn, or perhaps Shirelings from the surrounding neighborhood, who would assist her in this giant enterprise of mounting a jumble sale.

Cami reached inside the storage cupboard and pulled out a sheet of crisp, clean vellum along with pen and ink. Dipping the quill into the inkpot, she soon produced a handsome placard in her nicest curleykew script and, locking the door of the mathom room behind her, made her way towards the dining area where the more sensible patrons of the Dragon were enjoying mid-day tea. Using a hammer and nails, she pounded the placard up above the bar where everyone could see it.

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Important Notice: Help Wanted:

Sensible Hobbits, Elves and Men needed who can keep their mind on their work!

Help Cami and Aman sort through all the mathoms and peddle them to our guests at a giant jumble sale. You will be rewarded for your efforts with a whole bag of desirable items which you may select from the tables before the general public is admitted.

Don't miss this chance of a lifetime!

Please leave your notes of inquiry addressed to Mistress Aman and Madame Cami with one of the bartenders......

Date and place to be announced shortly.

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With that, Cami went off searching for Derufin to see if he could possibly find time in the next few days to set up the sawhorses and planks in the Inn courtyard so the goods could be displayed.

06-18-2003, 02:29 PM	#155
Child of the 7th Age Spirit of the Lonely Star Join Date: Mar 2002 Posts: 5,133	A considerable mob of Shirelings had gathered directly outside the room where Aman had set the mathoms out on giant sorting tables. Hobbits were impatiently pacing up and down the corridor and banging on the doorway every few seconds to beseech Cami to let them in. Several enterprising lads had shinnied up the rose trellis to gain access to the second floor window that looked onto the sorting room. These lads now had their fingers curled tightly around the ledge, with their bodies hanging down and their eyes peering in just above the bottom of the window sill. They squinted in through a good-sized hole in the curtains, vainly trying to make out what was going on inside. Cami blocked her ears to the hubub and kept sorting through the piles that Aman had carted down from the attic. There was no way she'd get work done if she let these folk come trampling in. She'd tried that once before, and it simply hadn't worked. Everyone claimed they wanted to help sort things, but once they got into the room, all thoughts of sorting vanished. She'd found hobbits furtively pushing mathoms into their back pockets, and others nearly coming to blows when two neighbors couldn't decide on who had first dibs on a particular item. Perhaps, she needed some realiable helpers. Hobbits or Elves or Men who would keep their mind on business and not go off half-cocked by stuffing things into their pants and aprons. Surely there must be some guests at the Inn, or perhaps Shirelings from the surrounding neighborhood, who would assist her in this giant enterprise of mounting a jumble sale. Cami reached inside the storage cupboard and pulled out a sheet of crisp, clean vellum along with pen and ink. Dipping the quill into the inkpot, she soon produced a handsome placard in her nicest curleykew script and, locking the door of the mathom room behind her, made her way towards the dining area where the more sensible patrons of the Dragon were enjoying mid-day tea. Using a hammer and nails, she pounded the placard up above the bar where everyone could see it. ****************************************** Important Notice: Help Wanted: Sensible Hobbits, Elves and Men needed who can keep their mind on their work! Help Cami and Aman sort through all the mathoms and peddle them to our guests at a giant jumble sale. You will be rewarded for your efforts with a whole bag of desirable items which you may select from the tables before the general public is admitted. Don't miss this chance of a lifetime! Please leave your notes of inquiry addressed to Mistress Aman and Madame Cami with one of the bartenders...... Date and place to be announced shortly. ****************************************** With that, Cami went off searching for Derufin to see if he could possibly find time in the next few days to set up the sawhorses and planks in the Inn courtyard so the goods could be displayed. __________________ Multitasking women are never too busy to vote.