Citizens of this island.
For some time I've been here, and appearantly, not only the peasants of Troll's Bane, but also Lor-Angur is not quite pleased with my presence here.
I am returning to my lovely Albar and supporting Lor-Angur in matters, that are more important than this.
I do think, the Lord-Protectors will replace me in sooner times with another mage, who is more capable of this... work...
Farewell.
~ Master Saladin Tyrus
Leaving
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A man walks to the board and grins slightly beneath the shadow of his hood. He withdraws some ink and partchment from his leather bag and writes a note and pins it beneath the first. The hand writting is curved though readable.
Tyrus,
I believe i speak for every one who has not met you when i say you shall be missed. And i belive i speak for all those who have suffered because of you when I say "Dont return." May Lor-Angur send you to a place with no "peasants" may he send you to a place with others such as yourself to destroy one another.
Untill next you return,
Conner Rapthar
Conner smirks and pins the note with a decorative dagger befor turning fromthe wall and walking off.
Tyrus,
I believe i speak for every one who has not met you when i say you shall be missed. And i belive i speak for all those who have suffered because of you when I say "Dont return." May Lor-Angur send you to a place with no "peasants" may he send you to a place with others such as yourself to destroy one another.
Untill next you return,
Conner Rapthar
Conner smirks and pins the note with a decorative dagger befor turning fromthe wall and walking off.
