A hooded, cloaked figure is seen leaving fragments of notes, here and there. While the fragments differ, identical message have been scrawled at the end. Coughing hoarsely as he goes, he places the notes down, then departs swifty for parts unknown.
Left upon a Table at the Pissing Crone:“At the crux of the Lie is a grain of truth: that you have been deceived. Yet the revelation which you believe will be your salvation is…”
In the door of the Watch House:
“We linger on the precipice of oblivion, poised to collapse into the Deception that lurks below. For while the Truth is dark and evil and terrifying, and while the Deception is elegant and beautiful and mysterious, only one shall…”
In Sewer Town:
“… And it shall arise, and we shall know that, despite all our good intentions, we were betrayed.”
Do any still know Truth?
Jher.
Crone.