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A figure dashes up and sticks a reed paper not on the wall with a bloody dagger.

"My actions have become more and more rash each day, the blood I spill increases and my manner sickens me."

"I shall be staying in the woods for awhile before I depart, I will be looking to finish what I started along time ago, there is only one thing left."

Faramier

The figure turns and flee's west.

Trice comes upon message, that awakens his interest on the board.
He quickly reads it through, then writes and pins a message beneath it.

So, you've made up your mind. There's no keeping you, I guess...
However, I hope to see you again, before you depart.
I will miss you.

Trice

The picture unfolds, another peice is in place.