Countless eyes had read over the suspicious note pinned to the sandstone wall of the alley. For several weeks now, the note had stood the test of time unscathed. The dry, temperament weather of Thanalan ensured precipitation had not spoiled a single letter scrawled on the page.Â
The note still carried the voidsent hunter's cryptic message. Â But it was far less legible now, as a strange font had been scribbled across it in what appeared to be dried blood formed in wide, fat letters:
"What an adorable little message written by a dove with naughty intent.  Cute. Sadly, a dove cannot fly for days.  It eventually falls to the ground.  Try as it might to remain in the sky, a dove always falls.  Always.
-- /S/"
The note still carried the voidsent hunter's cryptic message. Â But it was far less legible now, as a strange font had been scribbled across it in what appeared to be dried blood formed in wide, fat letters:
"What an adorable little message written by a dove with naughty intent.  Cute. Sadly, a dove cannot fly for days.  It eventually falls to the ground.  Try as it might to remain in the sky, a dove always falls.  Always.
-- /S/"
