It makes so much sense . . . This place is hell. All that is here is cursed and is marime. It gives Prikaza. This must not be my bagya.

Randomly Whatever ignorance men may show, From none disdainful turn; For every one doth something know Which you have yet to learn.

I wish to speak.

Reach me at the inn across from your temple.

-Esmeralda

Another Note is left

I await your reply.

- Esmeralda

A reply is returned, daubed in a child-like hand and bright red crayon

Hi!

Please, visit us in our Temple of sombre reflection. It will be ever so fun!

Yours in death,

Sister Theresa

What follows appears to be a cheerfully smiling picture of a blood-red skull, adorned with whiskers.