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Postings appear all over the Valley on any message board or city that allows the flyer to say up. At the very end of each posting, what looks to be a verse to a Sunite song of mourning has been lovingly written in.
Adventures and Citizens of the Valley!
I beg you all to think on Sundren City, and all the people who live and work there, in their great time of need. If you can spare anything at all for the people of our once flying city, I ask that if you can give, do. If you don’t know what to give or how to help, then simply speak to any priestess of the Lady of Love. Currently the Temple is accepting any and all donations to help the people of Sundren City; bandages, coin, food, water, blankets, warm clothing.
Lady!
I beg you, sing me to rest,
As the sun slowly fades.
Sing to your summer child,
Songs for a spirit oppressed.
Lay my head upon your shoulder,
As the day slips away to night.
My soul is softly calling,
I beg you, sing me to rest.
I beg you all to think on Sundren City, and all the people who live and work there, in their great time of need. If you can spare anything at all for the people of our once flying city, I ask that if you can give, do. If you don’t know what to give or how to help, then simply speak to any priestess of the Lady of Love. Currently the Temple is accepting any and all donations to help the people of Sundren City; bandages, coin, food, water, blankets, warm clothing.
Lady!
I beg you, sing me to rest,
As the sun slowly fades.
Sing to your summer child,
Songs for a spirit oppressed.
Lay my head upon your shoulder,
As the day slips away to night.
My soul is softly calling,
I beg you, sing me to rest.