Scribbled on a white, tanned hide, in blood

Veil Guard,

The Pard has shown you favor. In return for the safety of your corpse, a portion of your human currency was removed. However there is more to the issue than simple coin.

Your life was saved, and a debt owed.

While you and others hunted me vehemently, Albeit thrown off the scent, You still owe a debt.

After the Councilor election, you will be contacted with a list.

-The Sanguine Wyvernchild.

Private Marcato sits on the edge of a sarcophagus in the Mausoleum and studies the note with a pensive frown before crumpling it and tossing it into the nearest brazier.