A parchment pinned to the little shed at the Crossroad docks

The note is posted for everyone to see and Mark sits on a box on the docks watching over it.

"To the actual Chief of Security of the Dancing Moon,

since you are a brainless dimwit that kicked me out "for being bad for business" I am going to give you a heads up and tell you that the lass there named Sandra has recently left the Zhentarim apparently to join the Cyricists.
There is no neutral ground on the Dales, either you defend those corrupted maggots or you fight them.
Make a choice and accept the consecuences."

Eilcaryn comes to the docks to cross the river. Seeing Mark, she speaks to him a moment before continuing on her way.

Keillyn reads the note silently and alone, an echoing of infernal drifted between her ears.

"Called it."

Ten gold passed between her hand and a shadow.