[a short, precise note left on the bar at the Stew Shop]

These ears hear talk of tragedy befalling the upright men who ran this establishment. One sympathetic wishes to meet those who yet remain. Leave word for D'ronis at the Pissing Crone.

A creased and smudged flyer is left with Cyrus by a bedraggled urchin, his gap-toothed mouth smeared with stew.