Comes Felix Rahth, a roll of rough paper and a few pins in his hands.
His garb is as usual, his various personal effects in place, vest neatly pressed. His beard, however, is long and unkempt, and he has the look of one who hasn't been sleeping.
The young man steps over to the Wall, pins up his missive, and exits through the kitchen after nodding slightly to any who call out to him.
Should anyone stand to follow him, he instructs them quietly to read his missive, before making his way out.
((Anyone that follows beyond that, PM me.
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