No more games.

[eev]

The outskirts to the South stir. Figures gather around the display.

It took not until the morning until Amaranthis appeared, sitting to a crouch to gaze over the message.

Her expression remained unbroken throughout.

"...mh, oh. Is this one of the Slayers? I remember, yes."

"No, no. Don't take it down. Keep it. I want all to yet see."

"How petty the Dreadwoods have fallen, to think of this as revenge. Poor Heinrik."

"And of course- for you to remember your fate, lest you fall to the enemy."

The spike remained, and as did the message beneath.

Lest none other removed it amidst her gaze's absence.

No more games. Yet to toss such a provocative letter and to flee was not far from a child's play.