A notice posted at the Mist Camp

[FullMoon]

Let it be known that the Shadow Dancer Laine, an elven woman typically clad in dark garb is an agent of the criminal Garda Bogdan Antonescu. Your secrets when with this woman are his ! We would advise all those of noble character to avoid her at all costs. Many are those that have suffered due to the words she has whispered into her master's ear. She has betrayed the Knights of Takhisis on more than one occasion, and any who help see her punished for her crimes against so many Outlanders will have our gratitude.

Sir Tarlin Wintermark
Knight of Takhisis

[Ehver]

Laine herself is regularly seen in the Mist Camp. She does not bother to tear the notice down, regarding it with as much disdain and disgust as one person can. She would tell anyone who asked that Tarlin is one of the greatest fools she's ever had the displeasure of encountering, and this latest flight of fancy is one of his many, many errors.

[FullMoon]

Let it be known that the Shadow Dancer Laine, an elven woman typically clad in dark garb is an agent of the criminal Garda Bogdan Antonescu. Your secrets when with this woman are his ! We would advise all those of noble character to avoid her at all costs. Many are those that have suffered due to the words she has whispered into her master's ear. She has betrayed the Knights of Takhisis on more than one occasion, and any who help see her punished for her crimes against so many Outlanders will have our gratitude.

Sir Tarlin Wintermark
Knight of Takhisis

[Ehver]

A note is plastered over the notice:

So says Tarlin Wintermark, Knight of Takhisis, the Dragon Queen, Goddess of Tyranny, War, Hatred, and Evil.

[FullMoon]

A note is plastered over the notice:

So says Tarlin Wintermark, Knight of Takhisis, the Dragon Queen, Goddess of Tyranny, War, Hatred, and Evil.

Another addition.


Your sad little lies will not defend you Miss Laine. Is the Vicar Miklos of  the Morninglord church also a liar ?

Any who know me know I am a man of my word. Your fictional account of our religion or my character will deceive none. You only shame yourself further traitor. Go back to your master. Only he has cause to believe your words.

[Tycat]

[The notices have been defaced. They now smell of strong cologne and gin. A black clad man in a smart hat was seen playing with a red pen later on.]