The leathered hand reflexively twitches with ire as the green eyes, attached with yards of living nerves and sinew, rove the length of the note and meet the name below.
"So...laying the stage for an uprising of the walking dead, are you? After what you did to Nara'ia, dracu, I should let you have your uprising...just so you can watch your cohorts being cut down like ripe grain. The sheep do have their protectors, even in such hard times."
Like ferrous pincers her fingers seize the note and tear it from the wall, rolling the paper and stuffing it into her rucksack as she slips away past the tufts and pillars of baneful purple mist.
"Perhaps we should find Brom again and let him know of this happening...and then, put this serpent's head to the chopping block for good. Come, Curaj."
The breath of feathers alights on her shoulder as the first rays of daylight greet their approach.
( // I don't suppose there's any way to get an in-game copy of such a note, is there? 
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