A piece of parchment is hung outside various locations, including the Last Stand, the Town Hall, the Upper Gates, Fort Mur, and around the Canal Ward.

A rather ecentric man of half elven heritage is drawn onto the parchment. He is dressed completely in black and his clothing is covering much of his body except his head. Strangely, half of his face is very pale and fair. The other half is dusky, and nearly as dark as charcoal. Set into the fair skinned part of his face is a dark, green eye, and a dark violet eye is set in the other half of his face. Tears flow wildly from his eyes and fall from his chin. Half of his mouth is formed into a smile, while the other half of his mouth, on the dusky skinned half of his face, is formed into a frown.

The Proclamation of the Dirgesinger

Tears stroll down my cheek, I have not even the strength to speak, For the reality I look upon is so bleak, I fall to my knees, and remain most meek.

Utterly desperate, I pray to the divine, I pained enough from what wishes the malign, My heart to now longer decline, How I long, how I desire for that to be mine.

My love, where do you now hide, Not even the all knowing can be my guide, Where do you now reside, That I cannot answer, and with your loss I have died.

I have shattered, I am a ghost, Hidden when I am needed the most, In my own agitation I am engrossed, Each word I speak morose.

Nay, I feel not even the littlest shame, I speak of actuality, that I zealously claim, This is what I became, That, with certainty, I proclaim