Scattered throughout Regalian noticeboards in both the city proper and the undercity, several parchments are pasted. In the sewers, where noticeboards are lacking, the parchments would be replaced by graffiti. They each had the same handwriting and appeared to have been the result of several hours of manual reproduction in the absence of a printing press. Spoiler: Text Version Justice for Eloi
"You don't know what Justice means." said Dothraen, the ethereal voice of the Justice Arken doubling over his own. He brandished his longsword, taking off with a stern glare. "You want true Justice? Here I come."
A certain blonde approached the sign, looking up from the book in hand, pushing up her spectacles "The man won't come out and defend his own actions? What a coward. Justice will be done."
The Mechanical Monstrosity would scrape its way to the burnt remains of The Steak Estate. Mechanical clicks of his left arm lightly dancing about as he gazed upon the paper with a raise of his brow. Rhys gazed down to eventually meet one of the papers, reading it over then looking to the Estate, as he’d mutter “Seems to me that someone is soon to lose their head. The Ailors are stooping low to the sswer dwellers by the day. How funny.” The Cratos gave a giggle, handing the paper to Sivo, and allowed her to read it @DogVibes
The cloaked Brannon Ailor would be following closely behind the Monstrosity that was in fact her husband. She would blink a couple of times before examining the paper. She'd chuckle lightly. "Isn't it ironic? When they're desperate enough, they'll come to those they consistently discriminate against and despise. What children." The Von Kërle would then hand the paper back to him before looking over the remains of the steak estate with a scoff. The Ailor's dark cloak blowing lightly in the wind, showing off her black and purple armor... As the presence of ashes blew around the two Sanguine, dancing in the wind to a tune only the ashes know.
