The Call

Grecia wakes with a start and peers around. Wha.. Who? There? He sees noone yet... Something is ... About. There is a strange ... Feeling ... In the air.. A .. Summons of some sort. Dressing quickly, he grabs his pack and heads out of the Inn. He looks ab out .. Then turns toward Market Square, If there is something up, someone there might know about it he ponders as he walks. When he reaches the Square for some reason there is noone about, so he checks the message board. Ahh a new one, he thinks as he reaches up with his right hand to steady it The Knights of the Rose he reads, then in the flickering light he notices the Seal of the Rose and his birthmark at the same time.. Perhaps it is just the lighting but ... Dang! It is there!... On my wrist!... then the lamplight flickers again and that similarity is merged into the rest of his birthmark. I wonder,he ponders, if just maybe, this .. Group might know something... They do seem to be of noble intent Wonder.. Wonder if any of them might know what this means He rubs his wrist as he thinks things over. Wonder if they.... Perhaps can use me? Scanning the rest of the note he looks for a person to contact.. But with no luck. Well, mebbe one will find me.. If I leave a sign of interest.. He sits down at the edge of the fountain and digs out one of his unused spell pages and his quill. To The Knights of the Rose, please contact me or leave note with whom I may contact. Yours Grecia Gaiannas Alchemist and Horticulturalis. then he signs it with his seal - that of his birthmark A strand of Roses as he does so.. He notices again, the center of his mark... Looks very much the same as that of the one on the poster ... Frowning curiously, he sticks the note to the board. Then shrugs and heads back to his room.