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A man in a porcilin mask rides a black stallion through the town of Troll's Bane and fires an arrow into the side of an old tree as he passes, attatched to the arrow is a parchement

To all watchers,

I am your betrayer, I am your hunter, I am you true foe

If any of you wish to discuss this matter in greater detail with me come to the north road of troll's bane in one dwarven night.

((20:30 by the in game clock))

Signed
The Gentleman

one boy was walking the path on his way to the market in a near-by
village, his horse behind him on a rope, when he noticed the arrow.
as pulled it out of the tree with ease he read the note and thought about
who would want to hurt him, but thought of no one since he knew no one
and no one knew him...

"Intresting...", he wondered allowed and continued down the path
studying the fine desighn of the arrow.

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