A well dressed halfling stands beside a door in a seedy section of the Laatneer District. He pounds in a nail with the pommel of his dagger. Then hangs a shingle just above his head with the words:
“Mr. Garretty’s Deck Hands”
Apparently, Mr. Garretty, the halfling, is in the business of employment services.
*you scratch your head and think about it for a moment*
“I wonder where he gets these men?”
*after that moment’s thought on that you shake your head*
“Best not to think about it.”
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