A tiny figure moves gracefully through the crowd at the town post. Eyeing an empty spot, the gnome shimmies up the post. He underrolls a large piece of parchment and tacks to the wood. It reads:
THE TROUPE!
Calling all performers, singers, dancers, storytellers, thespians, drummers, strummers, jugglers, jesters, lorekeepers, fireeaters, clowns, puppeteers and BARDS! To counter town's general sense of pessimism, death, doom, and gloom; I we have decided to form Orn's premier entertainment company.
THE TROUPE
But two fabulously awesome bards can not do it alone. We are holding auditions for locally talented people to mold into a Shard class production. The only bad talent is not sharing your talent. Can't hold a tune, cut a rug, or don't know Hexadus from Haven, ask about our patronage program. On the spot auditions will start 5 days from hence
THE TROUPE: WHERE INSPIRATION, ENTERTAINMENT, AND EDUCATION MEET AS ONE!
The bards slides down the post, smiles and makes his way to other side of The Town post
It was easily the middle point between lunch and dinner, when Thimble was making her way from the mines and headed for a nice rest in the Shady Corner. On her way though, she saw a new and rather large parchment attatched to the town post. From where she stood, she could see the exaggerated print that said BARDS!
"Bards?" She whispered and tilted her head, without much hesitation, she walked over to the post and began reading the text.