[Not Damien]
[Scrawled in jagged, hasty Abyssal]
In the fires of sacrifice, upon altars of bone, our immortal masters rise. Return our stolen king, or all will serve as kindling for the rites.
[In sloppy, near-illegible Common]
GIVE US KESTREL
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a woman dressed in green stops and stares at the symbol ...."well that is not good" Giselle adjusts her glasses and takes out her book and quill, copying the words down
Kestrel walks by the boards and notices the change to the bloody note. She sits and starts writing a new copy and several fast letters.