[A grimy, ale-stained parchment with smudged charcoal fingerprints]
O´ Janissaries, wardens bold,
I come with grief an´ questions cold.
Fer kin condemned, his sins now sealed,
I seek his body, an´ truth revealed.
At yer garrison I´ll bide,
Awaiting words from guards´ pride.
Kazkun Under-Spawn
Try the Maqbara.
Lt. R. Colmes
Good on ye. Focker got what he deserved. Would get us all killed at that pace.
Kazkun Under-Spawn