*A grizzled old man wrapped in a large knee length oilskin his hood pulled up high to prevent the rain dribbling through his chin sees the note and a murderous curse escapes his lips*
Stupid, stupid boy, did he learn nothing from me. Well so be it, let Tyde find him and cut him down. I must see that Danyalla is taken to safety once more for if agents of the Crimson blades see this note they will be after us once more.
*as an afterthought he turns back to the message on the wall* Master with your skill and power pah...hes good, but is he good enough yet to face Tyde....I dont think so.
*With that he turns sharply into the steady rain and for a moment the well worn hilts of twin katanas emerge from his coat before he pulls it close around him and leaves quickly and purposefully*