Indygo steps up to the message board near the street with a few nails pinched between his lips, a hammer in hand, and yet another copy of a posting. The dwarf grumbles seeing the tack still embedded into the board from his last advertisement that was once again removed. Carefully placing it straight and square on the board cautious not to cover messages left by others, he takes a nail from his lips and presses it firmly into the wood taking a swing. The hammer stikes smack-dab on the knuckle of his thumb causing the dwarf to holler out in pain dropping the remaing nails on the ground. Sucking on his throbbing thumb he frowns seeing the flyer dance away in the gentle breeze. Indygo tosses the hammer to the ground after a few choice words scurrying after the paper. Attempting to trap it with his foot the parchment teases him with his every effort as it flutters along the grass.
At last the dwarf successfully snares the paper taking it to the board once again. Picking up his hammer and retracing his actions he notices he has no nails. He looks up to the crystal, mumbling as if to curse Laanx before letting out a frustrated chuckle. Indy removes the nail from his previous post and prepares to affix the message. He taps the bent nail with extreme caution taking care not to smash his still throbbing thumb once again. The nail bends further as he taps making it difficult to sink flush into the wood. The dwarfs face slowly turns red as a glyph as he steps back and swings wildly at the posting in a deperate attempt to hang his paper.
Ultimately the bulletin is hung, crinkled with a partial foot print from its escapade accross the lawn and showing small divots from Indygo's misplaced hammer blows. The dwarf waves a hand at the board before muttering "...good enough..." and sliding his hammmer in its place in the loop on his belt. He rips his pack from the ground slinging it over his shoulder and bobs off down the road inspecting his purple thumb...
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[edited for spelling]