*Written in flowing cursive script*

Brothers and Sisters, our numbers grow and the time draws close when we will be able to strike out from the shadows and secure our home from all enemies...

I look forward to hearing from you...

Manunach, Servant of the Black Hand

A small note is posted below the notice

If you wrote this, leave note for V with Cyrus, with your name.

A huge colossal figure, adorned in heavy armor stands by the Crone; his intense red eyes scan the poster from the shrouds of his helm as he takes his time in analyzing its words.

“It is refreshing to see another servant of the Tyrant emerge from the darkness of the Underdark. Though without his description it will be virtually impossible to come across him . . . perhaps? Yes, of course, he can find me, but I shall need something to bait him, something to attract his attention.”

With that the figure marches into the Crone, pondering on plan of action.