Post by bhagavat on Jul 10, 2012 23:00:57 GMT -5
The person walked into town, towards the inn, after departing the caravan. It was late... well.. early.. the sun would be up again in a few hours. Outside the Regal Griffin it was deserted... for the moment . Just as the person had hoped. He peeked in the inn, seeing the barkeep, though all else had gone to bed. He didn't think the barkeep noticed his little peek through the door cracked a bit.. good.
Walking over to the tree nearest Garrots, the person took out and dagger and carved a message.
*DERRIC will DIE*
below the message is a crudely drawn open palm hand, with a circle drawn around it.
Walking over to the tree nearest Garrots, the person took out and dagger and carved a message.
*DERRIC will DIE*
below the message is a crudely drawn open palm hand, with a circle drawn around it.
