*A note left in the Janissary Garrison*

[Ogremann]

[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

[Blue41]

Try the Maqbara.

Lt. R. Colmes

[Ogremann]

Good on ye. Focker got what he deserved. Would get us all killed at that pace.

Kazkun Under-Spawn