Finally, you take a look at the news flyer. To your surprise, all of the letters on this one seem to be staying in place. However, the latter half of the flyer is damaged beyond readability, and the text itself isn't the most intelligent...
BEWARE! DRAGON-SPAWN HAVE TAKEN THE SKIES!
Now, if you believe th' ol' church's claims that kythronn are true deevine demi-gods, well you ought to turn your head up with a GRIN. Either those ice-elfs up in Doman Marn 've gone 'n' made wings o' their own, or DRAGON-SPAWN have taken o'er the skies of northern Fairland. You can't hit 'em with a knife or stone, and those gun-draggin' priests won't do you ANY good with the High Kythrr's hands FIRMLY UP THEIR ARSES! Take it up with yer fletcher and sees about getting REAL ANTI-DRAGON-SPAWN pro-ject-tiles made b'fore--
The flyer abruptly ends before it can finish its very important warning. Ah well...
Esō returns with a linen sack full of dried meats and fruits. The "sack" actually looks like the scraps of someone's nightclothes, but... Eh, food is food. Esō sets the snack in your lap before settling at your feet, resting its arms on its crossed legs. It seems to be waiting for something...
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