A Small Note In The Shield Courtyard.

[Rassidic 470]

A small note , no bigger then twenty centermeters , lies on the bush next to the archery range.

 

It reads :

 

I , Alex Travanse , am abandoning my post at the Shields. I do not think dieing at the hands of war is a honorable death for a healer. I hope you can forgive me.

 

 

[rukio 8924]

Clarren sees a note left on the ground. Curious, 'he' picks it up and begins to read it. Once done 'he' turns toward the courtyard's entrance and gazes coldly toward it. Taking a mental note of the name, 'he' then takes it to Ser Valin (Chrome_) for them to read and awaits further orders.

[Snoop 365]

David reads over the note, he raises his head to gaze at the sky.

 

"You run from the war afraid of death, yet you could have saved so many lives with your healing talents."

 

He sighs and crumbles the note in his hand

 

"And to think I just recently had a drink with you. Coward."

 

David slowly shakes his head and throws the crumbled note to the side and then returns to his guard post

[Zanderaw 162]

((This would have happened several days ago, while I was still in the shields))

 

Zandros joins Clarren and David, asking them to turn over the note.

 

"Deserters...disappearing in a time of war, leaving a note behind and taking the shield issued equipment... I expect neither of you would be so dishonerable."

 

Pocketing the parchment for the Lord Commander, he turns to leave, thinking to himself of his own approaching resignation with a twinge of guilt.

[The Great Mongol Khan 1110]

*Talibar snickers as he walks away from the keep*

"Maybe all of the racist propaganda scared him off... Dumb-asses"