A note pinned to the board in Market Square

A note lays here fluttering in the wind, the parchments edges are tatterred and a cursive scripts has been written across it. The Darkness is something of the heart, Those who possess faith have no fear of falling subject to it, But some of us have. We want not war, we want not Hostility, or open feuds in The town, Its unnessicary, we Simply wish to be. But let me say this. Its time to lay down the sword, both sides, for feuds will leave the world with none. May what ever good looks over you guide your days.... Maya Do'Urden.