A Note beneath the Grandmaster's Quarter

[Hierophant]

Slipped beneath the Grandmaster's quarters by a fair-haired student sat quaintly a hastily penned scrap of paper that had all the mimicry of a short haiku, if anything.



Shoulders bearing lofty burden--
A songstress and her heart softly sleeps.

Heed the whispers not of the mind.
But the ones that call out to you, accompanied by an olive bind.

Alaric