“So Marcello, how it was, at this tournament?”
- Not that bad. On a technical point of view it was even interesting. And further there were some marauders who came and so I could fight a bit.
The pretty waitress of the inn brought some drinks to the four guards who were chatting…
Suddenly a muffled sound from the entry gate caught everyone’s attention…
Everyone looked at each other, waiting for someone to move.
Marcello walked to the door and opened it. Stuck with a small throw hatchet a parchment displayed this:
Marcello tore the poster and gave it to the friends… Without a word, but with a serious face.
- Not that bad. On a technical point of view it was even interesting. And further there were some marauders who came and so I could fight a bit.
The pretty waitress of the inn brought some drinks to the four guards who were chatting…
Suddenly a muffled sound from the entry gate caught everyone’s attention…
Everyone looked at each other, waiting for someone to move.
Marcello walked to the door and opened it. Stuck with a small throw hatchet a parchment displayed this:
People of the forest,
Homin of the Rotoa,
Chosen people of Jena,
Stevano congratulates the devils for defeating the goddess.
Stevano has reopened the door for the sawdust of the desert to enter in your dwelling, and soil you again.
The last stains aren’t removed yet from your home that soon you’ll have to receive others.
How many matis nobles have fought against this invasion?
How many matis Houses have fought for you?
The little people of the forest must have its champions…
But where are you?
The Forester
Marcello tore the poster and gave it to the friends… Without a word, but with a serious face.