In passing at the Crossroads, Lhanir would also come across the parchment after it had been graffitied by the tiefling. A small smirk grew on her face as she rolled her eyes.
"Typical."
To the one posted on the tree, should it have been nailed, she would promptly tear it down, removing the nail and proceeding to heal the tree, thumbing over the wound and muttering a gentle incantation of healing. The one on the ground was left untouched.