Only a day has passed since the bloody fallout inside the graveyard of heroes. For the first time in a long time, a peaceful calm falls over the port town of Volaire. While most are starting their evening rituals, the guild of light is hard at work. A warm glow of candlelight flows out of the windows while the members are hard at work tending to the wounded. Suddenly, from the edge of town, a skeletal humanoid wearing a tabard of red and black appears. It shambles up to the front porch of the guild and pauses. In its hand is a piece of parchment. The skeleton unroll it and tacks it to the front door. After its mission is completed, it returns from where it came.
"Dear citizens and heroes alike, it is with a heavy heart that we mourn today. While our battle was won, we all lost many. One of which was Zackary. He gave more than most upon the battlefield. His life. Please join me this Sunday in front of the guild of light to honor all that paid the same heavy price as Zackary. We will have a service to honor all who are no longer with us as we lay Zackary to rest in the graveyard of heroes.
Thank you
-Lady Jade of Seshtau "
At the bottom, the parchment is marked with a red wax seal of a skeletal hand holding a heart.
