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A note is written upon Goldburg's walls.

My name is Cleril, or Burned Lute as I may go by. I recently was attacked by a demon at the castle. In that event I have lost my tongue, only a bit remains and it is burned, making it hard to eat right now. I can only talk so well. And as a bard, this has made it impossible to sing or recite my poems and songs.

Granted recently people have been rather insulting to my work, many admire it. I can still play luckily, and I have recently taken up the harp thanks to a friend. If you need to talk to me, please understand that I must write everything, for I am incapable of coherent speech.

~Cleril, Burned Lute

Orgis laughs as he reads and leaves a wee bit of paper is placed under the post

and sume say nub gud cume furm da daemons...

walks aff happy thinking his eard are now safe from the bards singing