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In the early hours of the morning, a body is tied to a tree outside the grey rose by shadowy figures. A note is tied to the bodies tongue.

"Bring the 13th or more shall follow."

Avareniah runs quickly through the woods, her light hair catching the early morning rays of sun through the trees. As she nears the tree line toward the Grey Rose, she stops suddenly, the sight before her making her feel ill. Of all the things she has seen as a medico in training, this was the only thing that made her stomach churn. She bends and loses the contents in her stomach. The tears run over her face as she slowly approaches the elf. She falls to her knees in front of the elf against the tree, laying her hands upon his cooling legs.

Oh, Gods... Nymus. Nymus, I am sorry. I am...

Her words begin to be incomprehesible and she can only sob, hands gipping his legs, head bowed as she shakes with fear, anger, guilt, and loss.

A lizard walks past and stares

"Oh TANORA!"
he runs up to the body, crumbles the note into a ball, and throws it onto the floor. "They will pay... the will pay..."

He pulls out a sword and walks over with a rage in his movement

A few hours later

Another corspe is at the tree, a tall figure with black hair, and a skull mask on his face; there is a broken blade next to him, and a deep jagged claw mark through his throath

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Somebody has taken the body down; it has been placed in the river; there is a note next to the bank

I'm not sure about your customs, but if an elf wishes to take it for an elvish burial, feel free. I have given him to Tanora to take care of.

Please leave the scum lying next to the tree, spit on him if necessary; let him rot as he deserves.