A thick piece of parchment is pinned to the doorway of Elfsong Tavern
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To the ballsy dragon-tamin Hin, I wish ta speak with ya if I may. Ya robbed me in broad daylight with a wyverny dragon thing by yer side. You got moxy kid. Ya apparently must have a manhood with a resemblance to a large flail, that I 'ave no doubt. That's the only esplaination fer tamin' a dragon and pullin' yer hiest off within spittin distance of Candlekeep. I like yer style ya bastid.
Seek me out. Ya know who I am.
~SeveN~
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I'm the Hin that said yer Wyvern was the looker in yer group (twas true too) and called ya a bastid fer robbin a fellow Hin.
Post Post Script -
Still think yer still a bastid.