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Lev walks past the many posters, and upon seeing the last he chuckles. He seems to be thinking whether or not to add something to it. After a few more moments of hesitation, he adds... "I'd rather have pie!"

*scribbled on the notes around Cordor and its immediate surroundings*

I don't think any of you idiots have balls because all of you seem too cowardly to actually meet each other and put your words to the real test of action. Instead you cower behind the relative protection offered by notes written back and forth. Either sack up and show that your arguments are valid or stop littering your stupid notices all over the place. Keep your petty arguments and duels out of our city, go blow each other all to hell on some high mountain place and don't come back. The world will be well rid of all of you.

The notes are unsigned.

In a bit of a dour mood after some depressing thoughts, Weston takes out some of his distress on any flier he can get his hands on or reply fliers that are littering streets. Thouroughly fed up with the people's pettyness and the banite's repeated statement like it's a mantra, along with the sheer annoyance of trash, and the childish of words of idiot and idiot alike hiding behind paper; he abuses the quantitiy of wood needed to start a fire and lets the pyre destory the old rubbish.

((Not assuming to destroy major fliers))

*he comes across one of these posters on a road within the western Amia Forest.

He does not bother reading the flier after seeing the symbol of Bane. He instead snatches it from the tree, rips it in two and places the litter in his satchel to dispose of later.

He shakes his head as he continues to patrol.* Such ignorance.

*Reading the original message Xal tacks up a notice of his own*

"Seven...Seven Blacks, Ah Ah Ah

Signed

Count Von Count"

[Amia] Got balls?

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