[In the dark back alleys of Lower Sanctuary where most people wouldn't care to look are scraps of paper littered about that all read in red bloody ink:]
"Tigereyes Out!"
[In the dark back alleys of Lower Sanctuary where most people wouldn't care to look are scraps of paper littered about that all read in red bloody ink:]
"Tigereyes Out!"
Nobody cares to look and soon they are trodden over and ruined
The citizens who do care to look scatter them about more noticeably.