A Letter Tacked by a Tiny, Robed Skeleton

Good evening,

I hope this message finds its way into the right hands. I think there’s someone after me. Pretty sure I know who it is. Means I don’t have a lot of time. I’m beginning to think it was a bad idea to taunt the Society of Benefactors the way I did. Still, I don't regret it. I’m sorry I didn’t leave a better goodbye for Albriar and the Academy, but I hope this serves as a good enough warning. The Society is coming, and they want blood. I’m going to run as fast as I can to make sure that others aren’t in the path of danger, but I’m confident Travance will beat whatever the Society has planned.

Sorry again,
Prof. Terzak Winstonshire

Ooh looks like we see a timid teacher.

Hats off Professor, don't let the dust nip your rear as you run.

Remember, horses are dangerous. Your better off with a Ox or something.

Farewells and mockery will not reach him until he returns. Whether you wish him well or otherwise, all we can do is reflect on his sudden departure. Why would he leave here? The Society knows he's here--or at least they think he is. Boy, if they see his trademark robe wandering around without him or lying cold and dusty on a tavern floor, they won't know where to look.

They ought to be more frustrated than they would have been beforehand. We need to keep that in mind while we stay focused and determined.

~Sgt. Nalick DeMarche
Baronial Guard