The drakna looks around before striding up to the post, fumbling abouta bit before finding an open spot to place his posting.
"Seeking the assistance of an engineer or similarly skilled hand in a construction project. Able body required, safety not guaranteed. Inquire of Nightclaw for further details."
The drakna reads over his posting again before turning and heading back to the tavern.
[Just to clarify, this is for RP purposes only; as much as I would love to get some engineering goodness, I cannot afford to atm, and would want better than baseline gear before enhancing it as well :P]
Sitting in his usual corner with his tankard, the drakna represses a groan as his excellency enters, burying his snout in his drink. As the goblin helps himself to rummaging behind the bar, perusing his selections, the drakna reluctantly engages him in conversation.
"Pray tell- your grace- I know your people have an affinity with mechanical devices; might you dabbled in the engineering craft?"
Nasher peeked his head over from the bar, trying to not be seen by Mac as he grabbed a random bottle. He quickly pulled himself over the bar, again looking to see if he was in the clear. He didn't need a clever flying towards his head when he wasn't looking. "Dabbled? Nasher is the BEST at making science! Those good for nothing cherry cheeks have nothing on King Nasher! Why you think they always stealing Nasher's bits? To hinder Nasher's science! That's why!" the goblin proclaimed, starting to head off on another "Gnomes are out to get Goblins" conspiracy rant. He stopped himself and shot the drakna a suspicious look. "Why Scales wanna know so much about Nasher? Hmm?" he asked.
"Well... why wouldn't I want to know about my new- leige- oh great Nasher? Having just arrived in town I should learn all about you to... better follow in your stead! Could this- *subtle eyetwitch* l-lowly servant- ask his highness for a favor involving science? Since his majesty is of course the best around, I would hate to have to go to a wretched- gnome- for assistance."
The goblin squited his eyes even more quizzically, leaning in to study the drakna. "No. I suppose it would be wrong of Nasher to allow Scales to be cheated and assaulted and kidnapped and tortured by the Cherry cheeks. No, that just won't do," Nasher said, suddenly pounding the bar with a sudden -Thud-. "But what does Nasher get? Nasher is a very busy goblin and has many important things to do," he said matter-of-factly.
At the sound of gnomes Nasher hops to his feet, jerking his head about wildly. "Where?" he asked. "Scales is right. Those trikst Tomato faces might me listening in on Nasher, trying to steal his secrets. This just wont do!" he proclaimed as he scurried out the door, heading towards the Crack of Noon. He didn't even bother to see if the drakna was following.
Nasher walks by the town post, not even stoppig to take a look as he sauters into the taver for his midday beverage.
[Nasher is an engineer and used to being blown up by engineering crap. And he's in your guild.]