Davin, in his usual armor, has a look over the noticeboards in Cordor. When he spots one of these scrolls, he takes a copy for himself, folds it neatly, and tucks it into his pocket. With a frown on his face, he can be seen marching along through the Southern district, muttering about harsh times.
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