It's IRE's anniversary, and that rowdy dwarf Ironbeard has already found
his way into the rum!

As always, when Ironbeard gets drunk, he gets giving. So from now until
he sobers up, which will probably be the Howling of Sunday, September
the 12th, he will be delivering presents randomly to the Aetolians he
sees around.

Make sure you're logged in for your chance to obtain a giftbag!

Penned by my hand on the 20th of Slyphian, in the year 312 MA.