A not is left to the Royal Oak inn

*the note is written in bad common*

Thomas and those of Dancing Lady, and clan ironhouse, we have the assasin Slith in our cells, to City of Song, me know you look for it, come to city as soon as possible.


*signed* Aramil Moonwhisper, Armathor's second*

*reads note*

"Excellent! this time no branding..This time" *mutters* "May Clangeddin forgive me"..I will have his head!"