Your callousness to the plight in Lower is almost as disgusting as the bloating bodies piled high on every street corner.

We complain. You shuffle your feet and mumble about your duty to good.

Perhaps you wait for us to die from whatever festers in the rotting corpses of our dead.

Your inaction will be your doom.

One by one, the dead leave Lower. When they return, they will be hungry.

Your gate will fall.

[tacked below one of the posters is a note] When we came to speak proper rites and prayers over the dead and offer them a clean burning, we were shouted at and attacked. Now you cry out that no aid was offered? You don't get to hold that sword at both ends. If aid is wished, aid is freely offered.

*Arthan reads the note and quickly makes his way back to the crone where he is seen leaving in his ceremonial robes*

The citizens of Lower have apparently offended the Cowering Champions of your so-called "gods." Children in Lower grow up watching sewer rats with more nerve.

As usual, you misunderstand:

This message was delivered to your Society of the Disordered Mind, delivered to your Seekers of Excuses, delivered to your necrophiliacs in the Mausoleum and delivered to you in general at the Rock Bottom Inn (home of cowering clerics for 150 years).

But it is not a plea for help.

Ridicule us from the safety of your charcoal stub all you like.

It is not open to debate.

It is a promise.

You have stood idle, hiding behind your bruised pride as a squire cowers behind his master's tower shield for too long.

We've found a use for the dead.

Thank you for showing us The Way.

Most would do well to ignore this notice. If the majority of Lower truly wished conflict they'd not flee their homes in fear of the brigands and ruffians, such as this would be Necromancer, who now lay claim to the lands below.

Upper shelters the men and women of Lower whom have had their homes stolen and one day, by will of Sir Alexander Archibald and Lord Toboerski, they shall be returned.

-I- say, deliver these cravens who write unsigned notes with empty threats, who steal and take what is not theirs from the citizenry of lower to the sword.

Those who wish to see the men and women of Lower safe and back in their homes need look no further. Sir Alexander Archibald courts your vote and will see no more forced exoduses if he might help it, join the Archibald Guard and serve this man. If not for honor, then for the life of your kin.

Signed,

Captain Baelister, Archibald Guard