[rat carcases are hung to the door of the Spellguard and Rock Bottom, left to the table at the Watch house and to the front of the mayor's door. The heads of the rats have been brutally crushed. Written with blood next to them reads: For Ubel!]

((This was done IG too, kind of))

*A tired Agent Delgado notices the rat carcass when he leaves the Tower. He takes it, walks into the lounge, places it into the Svirfneblin food processing device*

"I'm sorry, Ubel's not home." *treats himself to a snide little laugh while he sits down with a cup of coffee-like substance and waits for his refreshing morning meal to be prepared.*

[the doors of the mayor's office, Spellguard tower and Rock Bottom have been painted with blood and rat entrails, as is the table in the Watch house, in the mess can faintly be read the words: "The Liberation will come"]

((done IG again, kind of))

Councilor Reynolt steps on a rat carcass as he steps outside.

He looks up.

*A tired Agent Delgado leaves the Tower again in search for further nourishment and notices the mess on the walls, walks back in and in a few minutes appears outside again with a small notice which he tacks up on the Tower next to the entrance*

Although the Spellguard respect any and all opinions the citizens of Sanctuary hold on decorations we would appreciate it if any wishes to adorn the Spellguard Tower with any ornaments in the future be brought up with a Spellguard Agent. The outside of the Spellguard Tower has been carefully crafted by numerous artists in the past and an agreement on it's visage has been reached by various great individuals both in the past and present. The Spellguard appreciate the assistance the citizen of Sanctuary have offered in trying to further beautify our great Tower and hope to hear from you regarding your thoughts on the matter, hopefully your assistance on the matter will indeed show us better ways of offering the Tower a semblance of greater authority.

With best regards, The Spellguard.

*He then goes inside and orders Jeffrey to clean up the mess*

A young boy cleans up the mess outside the Spellguard Tower.

Look on the watch table and gasps DISGUSTING

A lavishly clad figure, in the after-hours of the Rock Bottom Inn, stops by the door, looking one way, then the other. After asserting that there is nobody looking quite at it, the figure dabs a gloved finger on the dried blood, and places a few flakes of it in its mouth.