A flyer (more like a lined piece of A4 writing paper ripped from a notebook) finds its way to the Quick Silver Gate. Some silly fool has stuck it above the noticeboard, so it trials uselessly at an angle. Seriously do they want their weird note to fall off or something?

Seeking a songstress, a good brother, an upstanding landlord and an antique dealer.

Really need to talk to you guys about the state of the veggie patch in the allotment.

When can you deal?

I mean seriously? No contact details, as if the writer assumed that these people (whoever they are) would have the foggiest notion what this was about? The guy must have been a half wit: no contact details and handwriting that was so crudely rendered - and so big - it was a wonder they got it to fit on the page at all.

Just stupid.

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