Ohren walks up to the Post and tacks on a piece of paper. Upon closer inspection you can see that it is written in Gaius' hand writting.
The paper reads:
Town Art Auction!
Join us this autumn (OOG: Next event) as the town's artists present their works and offer them up for sale!
Presenting:
The talented and upcoming new artist Oh!
Join us for Oh's debut presentation! Oh will be auctioning off his collection of fine Angori paintings! Now you, too, can own a masterpiece! The artistic talent of Oh is already known throughout Jastrey. Come buy one and impress your friends!
Other artists are welcome to join in and auction their masterpieces as well. Just come join in on the fun!
So bring your money and let's sell some art!
Ohren walks off in the direction of the Crimson quarter.
"What's this…?" a voice echoes out of thin air, filled with a deranged, almost playful malevolence. "A fellow artist? And here I had thought Jastrey was populated entirely by critics."
A faint, shadowy form appears in front of the post, holding Ohren's note up for inspection. "Oh? Never heard of him, but who am I to ignore an aspiring artist? And I could use some angori art. Good size, solid bone structure, and the horns are built right in! It's almost too easy to make monsters out of them."
The figure pauses and lets go of the note, rubbing its chin in consideration. "And if the art is no good, I could always use the artist." Amused with itself, the shadowy form turns and strides away, cackling maniacally as it fades back into nothingness.
Glimmer stands quietly in her tracks as she begins to see the shadowy form appear at the post. She had ben following Ripper to the woodline, knowing what Ripper had felt when she entered the tavern. She looks quickly at who she assumes is none other than Ripper's Papa, and then looks back to the woodline. When the form begins to fade again, Glimmer goes to the post looking for any signs of it. She touches some of the Art and looks closely at the ground around her (Track and or Guide if possible). She begins humming quietly to herself and repeating "Papa's gonna find her, Papa's gonna find her, Papa's gonna find her." Glimmer stands again and draws two stick figures on a parchment. (Should anyone inspect it further, it appears to be a man with dust and fog billowing from under him, and a red haired winged creature with pigtails and tiny pointy teeth and claws, toating a stuffed bunny. The caption says "Smells like Papa!")
Rooting around in the dirt, Glimmer fails to distinguish unusual footprints or trails amidst the tangle of others criss-crossing the well-trafficked area. She does, however, note an unusual concentration of bugs and maggots on the ground, as if a piece of carrion had recently lain there.
The wind brushes past Glimmer's ear. For a moment, she thinks she hears a familiar voice cackling about fairy wings making excellent kites, though she's left unsure whether or not she imagined it. A chill runs down her spine regardless.
Glimmer looks around nervously as she takes a bag from her pouch. She stoops down and begins placing piles of the maggots and bugs into the bag. Glimmer stands and appears to shake off a chill. She begins her treck to the woodline again saying 'Whether I'm nuts or not nuts, I don't think I'm nuts. And I certainly do not make a good kite, although kites are quite fun when and if handled properly. And I'm not nuts. I am just having an argument with myself since you won't come out and play." Glimmer hiccups several times and flits her wings as she draws several long, hardy sips from her flask.
To anyone else around, it appears that Glimmer is flitting about, drinking and having an in depth conversation with herself.
Ohren walks up to the post. Searches through the different messages to find the one about the Auction. He then posts it back on top of all the others. [bump]