Paladin of the Dawnbringer,

please seek me out. I know you're a good cutter and know you've no real reason to trust me, but I need someone to rattle bone-boxes with who's not barmy, stupid, judgmental or a Banite. And the powers know there have been a surge of Banites lately. All my friends, cutter. Ilthraz is converting them one by one. I can't stand seeing my friends start caring more about some fear-obsessed weirdo Prime god than about their friends and Lower.

Don't come to the Loon turf. Banites... We can meet in the Crone. Just see me, cutter? Okay? Please?

~Kith

A reply returns, without any words. A single Rising Sun has been crudely sketched onto the page. However, upon closer inspection, it appears that the fields below the Morning are engulfed in flame...

The note in his little claws, a confused Kith gives a frown, not any the wiser, but certainly all the more inclined to just get drunk and forget everything.