Mon Jul 28, 2003 3:32 am
Lt. Kilborn would receive another letter today in the usual manner. A single slip of paper folded in half with the dear man's name upon it.
"Kilbie-
You'd be suprised just what a couple people can get away with in your gaol right under the noses of your guards. Tsk, Tsk, perhaps they need some better training. Or maybe even some coffee, you should be ashamed.
-The Market"
Any guard who'd make his way down one particular hall of no real note this day would find scrawled out in white chalk upon the cieling, "We Love you Kilborn!" The sloppy handwriting was clearly rushed, and done from an interesting position judging by the way it slanted.