A robed man, his face hidden by a cowl, moves in casually to the RB inn, and sits in the lounge until no one is around, then posts this before leaving quickly

De La Rey,

You may now realise the futility of aligning against me. Should I have wanted to, I could have stoved your skull in and split it asunder. You are nothing but a worm to me. Turn back on the path you've been tredding thus far, for should you make one more step down it, you will die. This is your last chance, mageling.

De la Rey sits there on the couch, until he notices the notice. He looks at the Guard who is stationed there 24/7, and asks if he saw anything.

Scribbled underneath, in an elegant handwriting.

Could you inform me, who to stop aligning against? A name would be helpful.

De la Rey.

OOC- Could a DM answer that? I wouldnt think the guard would notice anything particular, let lone stop someone posting. I could be wrong but :(

No one ever shows to answer it