Turor reads the note, and the pipe nearly falls out of his mouth, his jaw dropping agape and his eyes widening.
"Dis... Dis ain' roight... Blood be coomin', lads an' lassies! Fah! Dwarfs be needin' ter ban' tergedder sooner den when ah 'spected!"
A note is tacked to the bottom of the important notice:
'Dwarves, the meeting scheduled for the distant future must be held as soon as is possible. The times have become troubled, and those of Mistone are now threatened. We must rise and fight Blood straight off of this continent, and then cleanse Rilara of his purge, also. We will hold the dwarven Battalion meeting in my house as before mentioned, only now, it will be held within the week!
Dorand help us all.
Turor Sunderstone'