Marks on a paper

[Tra'atan]

(The man returns to the tavern. Striding to the boards he marks a piece of paper and posts it.
The paper has no words in any language common to these parts, instead holding a dozen abstract scribbles of symbols. One of them might be a signature.)

 

[Chria'Inz]

A woman wanders across to the boards, yes searching from behind her silk veil. She pauses a moment, hesitantly reaching out to touch the paper... then turns to look around.

 

[Chria'Inz]

The woman returns, pulling a piece of paper from her belt. It smells of scented oils from her hands, not her own scent. She smooths it out and carefully pins it beneath the marked paper. Those who investigate it find only similar sketched images, no words nor evident signature.

 

[Chria'Inz]

Again she returns, cinnamon evident in the perfume of the oils. With red ink, she quickly scrawls another symbol over the top of one piece of paper, then leaves.

 

[Chria'Inz]

Hood drawn over her head, she scratches a few marks onto a scrap of paper with a piece of charchol. They are strong but hurried.

 

[Darius_Blackhand]

Darius walks up to the board. The tall metal man looks upon the marks on the paper, then walks away, unaware of what he has seen.

 

[Chria'Inz]

This time the marks are careful and controlled. A squiggle like a tilted S with two lines; another tighter S with three lines angled at one side, a half circle with a dot under one end. Two arrows crossed, pointing downwards. Three tight curves like a spray of leaves and something that resembles a simplified cat's eye, drawn in green ink. Two tilted squiggles nearby with a line halfway through them. An arrow, pointed north-east.

 

[Chria'Inz]

The lines are drawn carefully, the writer obviously wishing there to be no mistake. The paper smells like the scented oils, overwhelming other scents upon it.

A squiggle flows above a diagonal arrow that points north east crossed near the lower end by a short line.
Something resembling an eye beside a stylized cat's eye in green ink, a rough circle encompassing both.
The squiggle tilted like an S with two lines reappears, a couple of lines form a < nearby with an oval under a half circle as if shielded. A line cuts halfway through the group.
A flat line with two other lines coming down from the ends.
An S-like curve with three lines on one side, an arrow pointing to the previous symbol.

Two arrows crossed, one pointing up, the other down. Three dots form a line nearby.

 

[Khro'aarian]

*A dark skinned man with black hair tied a the back of his neck reads these messages with apparent ease, most interested in the most recent. He frowns, but moves on without having touched the parchments.*

 

[Chria'Inz]

The woman returns briefly, no longer in the silks but back in more sturdy clothing. She pauses only to glance around before adding a paper to the collection.
It has the faint scent of roasted meat, suggesting it comes from a kitchen.
The marks on it are careful. Lines that look like a leaf on a seedling, something else, perhaps an eye. An arrow pointing due east and a set of curves sprayed like a fan.
Quickly, she slips out again.