C.A.R.P.S.

A person wearing a belt-hanger from the messenger's guild comes into town and starts posting the following notice on every building he can find. The last of the twenty or so sheets of paper gets posted in Sylas's inn.

"Professional cock raiser needed to entertain a party of about 12. If interested, try to find us and we'll know you're looking.
N+G"

Stag walks up, pulls a flyer down, and mutters to himself.

"Seriously? I'm the head of Midways messengers guild. Why am i always the last to know things?"

*maka plops down next to stag*

What's it say, Staggerino?

*Res addresses Stag*, "Too many guilds, Cuddles."

*He squints up at the flyer*, "I happen to know a number of professional cock raisers. Some of them even capable of entertaining a party of 12."

Stag re-reads the flyer, looks at res with an amused expression, and then turns to maka.

"I'm not sure. I think its a play on words, but it could be someone looking to have a huge group rutt."

*Maka's face lights up*

Group rutt? I wanna group rutt!

*Adoven walks outside, and looks at the notes posted all over town*

I think there should be a writ for posting notices, we're not going to have much space left on our walls after a while.

You're not dead yet, Dovey?

The Guild of Town Beautification?

Stag turns to him and smiles.

"Over 40 years of experience Killing Trash Elementals."

*Adoven chuckles*

Yes Maka, I am still alive, For now. If anything happens to me, I plan on going out with a bang.

*Grins*

"And now it is time to hide." says Dravec as he runs out of the inn.