A note is left pinned to the tree outside of the Vallaki outskirts in the dead of night, a cloaked figure who after nailing the note to the tree, rose his fist to the night sky, disappearingToo long
The wolf skulks about the forest, unchallenged, uncontested,
Too long
The smaller creatures are forced to bow and hide,
Too long
The Wolf has grown fat and unaware,
Of the fox that slips into the woods.
Below this strange poem lies a message written solely in Luktar.
Brothers, sisters, for far, far too long the Barovian boot has been pressed into our heads, seeking to crush our sprit, crush who -we- are. They seek to destroy us. We wont let them. They beat and accost our people, but they will never break us. We will not allow them to hurt us anymore. -Someday- has come, rise with us.
~Róka
A stylised 'Fox' has been painted on the bottom of the page in blue
//Placed in game
