Submitted by tiernen on Thu, 2011-08-11 14:55
Late at night when all the towns folk are tired of sifting through the tavern and noone is about, a cloaked figure moves through the shadows and gently places a piece of parchment on the post.
The figure then steps away quietly and walks into the dark woods.
The parchment has a crude picture of a bottle on it with a few words written beneath.
The words read: "Xavier, well done. Your bottle is no longer empty..... come empty it"