Submitted by tiernen on Fri, 2011-09-02 08:44
Early in the morning hours, when everyone is either drinking, sleeping or playing dice games, a dark figure glides up to the town post. The figure clears away room on the post and pins a piece of parchment to the board.
After reading a few of the newer post, the figure glides away into the dark of the deep woods.
It reads:
Xavier,
Your present is ready.
It is a gift as for a king...
I will handle the delivery.
See you soon my friend and ally,
S.