[hastily scribbled on a torn sheaf of parchment, this note has the look of something posted as an afterthought. It appears weathered in parts, as though it has hung for weeks but was perhaps covered by other notices]
Gone West. Or maybe North. If needed, send word by way of the Arethusa Inn of Faust, Coast Haven.
-- Walker
"Ok we can attack... but if we miss, we'll hit the villagers."
"I'm willing to take that chance!"
Things I am no longer allowed to do in an RPG :
31. The backup trap handler is not whoever has the most HP at the time.
73. Not allowed to name my cudgel Ceremonial Whoopass Stick.
74. My thief's battle cry is not "Run And Live"
[OOG Jenna
