A huge hooded cowled figure hands a rough note to the guard
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At highnoon, a dark brown cowled figure, perhaps almost 10 feet high approaches the guard from the treaty bound lizard lands bordering the city. Only mutterings in draconic are heard from the hood, and the guard looking puzzled and a little concerned, nots hurridly while he is covered from the battlements by a half dozen archers, and takes the note.
Gazing at it, he looks confused again, and hands it in to the cerulean knight HQ, as he can't seem to make head nor tale of it.
He hands it in, and heads back to his post, the guards on duty overlooking the lizard lands looking concerned.
