Daukhera Warning to Newsby 3-20-18

Newsby was accosted at her table by a pitch black scroll unfurling itself in midair, surrounded by a necrotic haze. An unseen hand scrawled a chilling message in glimmering golden ink: “It would be wise for the TownCrier to refer to Her Majesty properly in the future, rather than denigrate her with suggestions of disrespect…” The scroll then crumbled in midair, the bits blown away by an unseen wind.