Parchement nailed to door of tavern

Blondie is clad in a pink cloak that covers her wings. She walks to the tavern and nails a piece of paper to the door. She writes on it with a charcoal stick and looks it over when she finishes. Smiling with satisfaction she nods to nobody in particular. She then walks into the tavern and orders some cookies. While she waits she draws pictures.

The sign reads as follows:

      heLp wanTeD
            LooKing for soMeoNe to Teach how to TeLL Treasure
      froM Trash.
                                                                               BLoNdie

A grumpy Tregard approaches the tavern. He stops repeatedly to pick up scrolls that have fallen from his pack. " Codex, codex. My scrolls for a codex" he mumbles. He notices the sign on the door. " Aw, the fae are so cute" he grins. Another scroll tumbles out of pack and he absentmindely picks it up.

He walks into the taven and notices the fairy reducing a plate of cookies to crumbs. "Alright, time to put one semester of merchant classes at Kraylorn College to work." He strolls over to the fairy and drawls " Howdy, Miss. I heard you may be in need of assistance"

Blondie looks up and smiles. "Oh yes please! Someone once told me I oughta learn about whats treasure and whats trash! Cause apparently that sparkly piece of string wasn't very important but that ugly grey stone had some use..." She trails off contemplatively.

(OOG Treasure hunting skill?)

" Well, Miss, it lookis like you need learn about appraisal and vending. Today's your lucky day, cuz Im in the mood to teach." Tregard sits at the table and snatches away one of her cookies.

"That would be great mister!" Blondie giggles and claps her hands. "Thank you so much!"

Tregard wiggles his hands in front of the fairy's face and his eyes begin to roll. The trance carrys on for several minutes as Blondie cautiously eats the cookie the bard has dropped. Sudden he snaps his fingers and proclaims " There, all taught. Give that 3 days to sink in." He reaches for the now consumed cookie. His questioning look is returned with childish innocence. The bard smiles and notices that tavern is empty.

"Where is everyone, little winged one" he asks. This is meet with a stare and mouth full of cookies. " No worries, I check with Healer-excuse me-- Brewmaster Rhadama when I relieve the healer's den of some of cornucopia of paper." Farewell, child! " he shouts and flourishes a dozen macaroons from inside his cloak. He throws in the air and makes for the door. As he passes the threshold he hears "COOKIES" and the sound of furniture being overturned.

After thinking a bit Blondie snatches up all the macaroons packs them up with the rest of her belongings. She takes out a bit of paper and makes a check motion. She then leaves and removes the sign from the door.