Still tired from the recent events, Ilyas enters the tavern, walking with purpose, but also a slight limp from one of the battles with the Grehlok. He approaches the message board and pins the following notice to it:
"Hail friends, I know these have been dark and trying times, and I grieve the losses to our community, as do all of you. I did not know Baph well, nor Ebrahim, nor any of the others, but I came from a world on fire, to New Haven, where I had hoped to find a home, and a hope at least I did find. I am tired of running, of always being outnumbered and overpowered, never being able to make a stand for knowledge that it is a death sentence. I am tired of being powerless, and I wish the same for New Haven. To build our strength, we need trade, commerce. We need to acquire the resources and expertise we will need to fight the Drow to a standstill and buy ourselves breathing room to mourn our dead and turn this town into something more. But to do that we need trade, all great cities started as trading posts, and for trade we need a trade hub. I will be that trade hub, seek me out if you have skills you wish to sell, be they as an alchemist, a doctor, an enchanter, a ritualist, a blacksmith, a warrior or even, let’s call it, a population control specialist. If you also have resources you need for your work, please seek me out as well, others can provide you with raw materials that you can turn into finished products, that they can then use, and so the cycle of trade continues. Find me at the High town tavern or leave a message for me in the convenience shop, and I will ensure your skills and labor are put to use for both yourself and for New Haven.
*OOG, if you want to have a private conversation with Ilyas, just message me on Facebook (David Rennert), that way the conversation isn't broadcast to the entire world*