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A block press leaflet extolling an exotic weaponsmith's wares. The word "Friends" is repeatedly printed in unsubtle scarlet red:
Calling all Friends of the rough and rouge. Are your enemies armored against all and ever? Mailed and scaled for every blade and tip? Our Par Vollen-crossed hive horrors gave up honey for honing and are guaranteed to cinch the fanciest pants. From Tevinter to Orlais, nothing clears a summer fete like a jar full of bees.
A capable artist has doodled a corked and capped jar. The label has a helmeted bee with a lance for a stinger.
A banner above says: "ARMOR DOESN'T MATTER IF..."
A banner below says: "YOU GET UNDER THEIR SKIN."