Your eyes are unwillingly drawn.

[Lupinum]

A thick parchment is freshly tacked on top of older, faded notices. Once again, the familiar script of the Deathless swoops and curls in an unbroken line.

Grim, too long have we allowed the Alliance to grow complacent. To remedy this, we will meet them out on the Broken Shore. While they are distracted with the pitiful Legion invasion, we shall remind them who their real enemy is. This Monday we will gather an cover their land in blood - Demon and Alliance alike. All who are able to carry the Mandate are welcome. We will form fists when the Goblin clock tolls seven and bring the Mandate to bear in force.

[Syreenna]

Syreena reads the note, then nods before walking off to sharpen her blades and check her poison supplies.