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*there is a peice of parchment nailed to the ruined walls of the inn held on by a dagger*


to thouse left of the order who betrayed their allies,
there is no where you can run no place you can hide you will never be safe. i will find you and you WILL DIE

His steps grinding into the debris as he walks across the rubble, a man stops in front of the ruined Inn and reads the parchment.

"Order...betrayal...nowhere to run...you will die," he murmurs to himself in a gravely voice. "Sounds like this Final Haven didn't live up to it's name."

Crouching low, the man slips quietly into the darkness.