In the early afternoon hours, the familiar figure in red and white is seen approaching the eastern gate of Vallaki from the fields beyond. He slows as he notices a paper tacked to the board beside the portal. Seeing that the note is in Balok, he shrugs, but then stops as if something catches his eye. With a trembling hand, he carefully removes it and proceeds into the city.
A few moments later, he accosts a group passing the other direction, showing them the paper. One in red and silver armor looks over it and exchanges hushed words with the figure in white and red. The latter's fists clench, but he cordially parts with the group.
Soon, he is dashing around the city in the pre-dusk hours, tearing down every one of the notices he sees. At one point, he reaches to remove a paper tacked to a signpost, then pauses with a chuckle as sees the drop of white wax and recognizes it as different--one of his own.
As dusk falls, he retires to the sanctuary in the outskirts, then emerges some time later and enters the city after dusk. Any slum-dweller looking from their window or doorway would spot him sliding a bundle of parchment under the guardhouse door.
//Events RPed in-game. Notices removed in game prior to server crash.