*Thatroe steps into view, then makes his way towards the Tavern door. He then stabs his knife into the entry way, but the knife is not alone. Blood pours down the wood, but is provided by a cruel action. Pinned to the door is a ferral cat and in it's mouth, clenched within the jaws is a parchment. The words on the paper read, "Mechanical Crow."* He cackles as he cries out, "Come to me... Blood! Gith it is ours!" *Thatroe leans towards the parchment, pressing a bloody palm to the paper to hold it in place. He then pulls out a quill, pressing it as well to the paper. This inhuman character then adds to what was already present, "We send out this challenge to the little marbles that roam about unharmed!" He then leaps into the air, quickly catching a breeze.