post from the direction of the Healer's Den. Scowling, she tacks a parchment up next to the newest missive concerning the Bladed Gavel.
"Loyal Citizens of Jastrey,
We are once again under attack from a group that wishes to rule Jastrey. Those of you who wish to stave off the force known as the Bladed Gavel are welcome to join the opposition. Please contact me at the Healer's Den if you believe in a free Jastrey.
Nevara Dynthera
Mistress of the Healer's Den of Jastrey
Loyal Jastrian since Birth!"
After posting the message, she stomps back toward the Healer's Den, one hand firmly on the pommel of the sword by her side.
Gecel stumbles past heading toward the inn, laden with empty kegs. Stopping to see the easily recognized hand writing of his healer friend he frowns at the unusually angry penmanship. Reading the words Gecel hurries to the inn to drop off the kegs.
For every minute you are angry you lose sixty seconds of happiness.
-- Ralph Waldo Emerson
On his way to the tavern Dreygor stops by the post to read of any news. Seeing the post Nevara has made he shakes his head and continues to the tavern. Muttering something to him self.