On the 18th of the Drawing Down 1353 DR, a moon elf stood around the courtyard of the Friendly Arm inn with a mithral chain shirt on display. For an hour the elf informed passersby that the armor was for sale. He then took his leave, bringing the armor with him, to return at the same time next day.
With a minimum bid of 70 bags it would be sold after a day with no further bids.
"They're just furry and misunderstood."
"Is that why you are killing them?"
"Yes. They will atone in death."
"Ah. That will help them understand."
