[A Beautiful robed woman with jet black hair is seen putting up flyers all around sancuary. Curiously enough, the trail of flyers ends at the gates to New Dunwarren]
Now is the time!
As many of you god-worshiping citizens know, we are in the underdark. Think about that for a moment. Far below the surface, in an alien world filled with death, slavery, depression, ect. The list gos on and on. Many of you look to hope that your god will save you! Where in reality they have abandoned you! I, and many of you, Have yet to see someone praying to their god to deliver them from this hellish place, and has that god answered your prayers? No! Those such people just end up dieing like the rest of us down here. Your only hope, your only chance of survival, is to worship the only goddess that matters here in the forsaken place. The goddess of dark and caverns. The goddess of the underdark. Shar. She has hold on this realm, not Tyr, Helm or Lathander. Not Hoar, Illmatyr or even Cyric. It is Shar that will keep you alive in this place, this hell hole. When you begin to give homage to her, you will understand all that is needed. You will live your life, not worrying about the bad things, only about what must be done. What is it that must be done? Well, for that you will have to look harder.
Send any letters to Katrina at the Crone.
~ Sighned Katrina