[Evidence that would suggest a notice had been removed.]

A few days after posting a notice, a rather impatient, young drowess would return to check for any replies. Finding nothing, she would rip the posting from the board and shove it into her pocket.

"No response. All is just as I had expected. This would indicate that I am without a rival. Time to return to the loom...”, she would think to herself as she walked along the nearest passage way with an added spring to her step.

Echoes of wild laughter would reverberate throughout the passage as the figure slowly receded into the distance.