A note pinned by a scalpel. . .

[Xerneth Karjen]

The parchment appears to have a lingering odor of iron and sulfur suffusing its surface.

 

[Xerneth Karjen]

A line of black ink appears on the bottom of the page, crossing through the A in the first line of red.

 

[Xerneth Karjen]

The line through the A appears to have been surgically removed, leaving a fine line sliced through the parchment. Furthermore, a line of ink has now been drawn through the D of the first line of red text.

 

[Draggy]

Pinned up by way of another scalpel that has been twisted in fury rests a note beneath this one in what would be a fmailiar, if hasty, script to some.

You want me, fine...but I will have my son back...NOW...

 

[Xerneth Karjen]

An odd scrawl appears amidst a wisp of faintly visible fog, appearing in blood red below the sole reply.

Has the child of many colors wandered home yet, as I had said?
You attempted to follow me, just as I led.
I do hope that the winds were not too much for you, nor the screams that they bear.
This game will continue, care to guess when or where?

 

[Draggy]

As she walks by, Draggy stops on catching sight of the note written onto the bottom of hers. With a growl of anger and frustration, she rips down the note and crumples it up, tossing it aside. She pauses for a moment as if to write something, then decides against it and continues on, mingling into the others coming and going by.