The short note is written on a mold covered scrap of fungal paper that smells as if it's been picked off the sewer floor.

Find us, give praise to the primordial, give offerings of succulent meat, and tell us of your deeds.

*a pile of rat corpses are left with a notice on the back of which is written; the hand writing is difficult to read-the author clearly wrote with a mind toward disguising his hand writing*

All I require is information, why are you in Sanctuary and can you be expected to leave?

Unlike the writer of this bounty, I do not wish to fight you. Baelera demanded huge sums of gold to provide this information, but I do not think that is necessary and so she was fed to an ooze. If there is something you seek, I only wish for you to find it quickly and leave. I can not say the same for Saerwen or her friends at the Beacon. A large armed force is preparing up there under guidance of Winston preparing to attack you and some avatar they believe you are protecting.

Room Five, Pissing Crone *a tiny yellow rose is drawn beneath the signature*

A second short note is written on a mold covered scrap of fungal paper that smells as if it's been picked off the sewer floor.

My name is Ardul'ryla and I stalk the Primordial's sewers. You will find me, or I will find you, and we will speak. You will give offerings and tell me of your deeds.