*As the putrid smell reaches his nose causing Lupus to stop, he knows that smell. Turning he notices the severd head mounted on a strange spike, a sly smile spreads across his lips. Moving to the front of the spike he reads the sign. As he reads last sentence he chuckles softly before muttering to himself*
"Understanding, that is what people lack. A Golden Age *he chuckles again* that is a worthy end."
*pulling a piece of paper and quill from his pack he dabs the quill in the blood from the severd head and wrights*
"It would seem our ideals are similar though still different. You seek a Nobel thing. I would wish to speak to you on these matters perhaps you can help me in what I search for. If you wish to speak the bird will find me as he undoubtedly found you."
Signed
Lupus Vandali.
*Lupus puts two fingers to his lips and let's out a shrill whistle, moments later a black raven alights on the severd head. Lupus ties the small note to the ravens leg and steps back as it takes flight. Lupus watches its flight until it is lost from sight and then turns and continues on his way*