[A note is left on each notice board in the Spire.]

For my brother, Caleb Citranitas-De Marschesi

It is with a deep, horrible sorrow that I write this note.

On Snowmelt 14, 1642, my brother, Caleb Citranitas-De Marchesi was murdered.

His killer, Dorian Locke, fled with his body, after claiming to come after us on the behalf of Harrison Bellefuelle. He hunted us down in the woods like we were animals, and all I could do was fire as he and his band of rangers killed my brother in front of me. They dragged his body away, and now not only have I been robbed of my family, but I have been robbed of the chance to even bury him.

Harrison Bellefuelle and Dorian Locke cannot be allowed to roam free. We were hunted down because, as his estranged and disgraced brothers, we were causing him 'stress.'

And to those still with him--escape while you can. I hold hope for those who still wish to leave, and know the Spire will still welcome you with open arms, despite what some claim. Live, how my brother wished you would, to love another day.

To Harrison--one brother is dead. The other is not. Pray, which do you wish to be there in your final moments?

[It is signed with a familiar catlike symbol and a signature with the name Tomcat.]