*posted prominently around Lower Barricade, once or twice in Upper, and once at Mur*

The stone that surrounds and gives life to we, the few and humble in Sanctuary, trembles with the war that envelops our people. In this most dire and hopeless hour, as the fogs of war gather 'round our feet, our steps are troubled. It is no mean feat to march to certain death knowing, again, all our peoples' blood, our family, our friends, will be spilled to end a war of our mock. Gathered to a man, hunted as they stalk, enemies surround. In our final moments we all must stay, even if we go.

-L.F.