Amidst all the notices upon the board in Cordor, what looks like an aged piece of paper barely pokes out from another advertisement, as though to be cleverly hidden but the job obviously done in a sloppy manner.

Should anyone see it, it would read as such, written very formally:

Sir Roberts, your associates have made a grave error the other day near the Dale. Make sure Mia is done dispatching the incompetant fools who survived the poisons before further searching for those responsible for this disaster so we may lay the blame upon them.

As usual, make sure you burn this note after you have read it. Do not fail me.

The note is signed one Sir Andrew Liandri.

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Who are you. What are you. Why do you scream at me?

Carmen upon reading this note has a large smirk upon her face, she snatches this piece of paper and runs off to the office.

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*Carmen Sinclaire*

"I don't mind living in a man's world as long as I can be a woman in it."