There's a nondescript brown package lying in the center of a milling group of people. Right in the open, where the most eyes will see it. If one were to approach, they'd see parchment tacked to the top. A message is scrawled on top, in a variety of changing hands, as if to intentionally shroud the identity of the writer. The message is as follows:
There exists individuals who will not allow the False Shepherd to insert her pawns into our world. Followers of the Old Gods, know that there are those who seek to eradicate this infestation of unnatural creations. Let this be a warning to all who call themselves Ascended - you are not above us as your name implies. You may not bleed, but you will burn.
Inside, should the box be opened, there is a severed head - Robin, the Ascended. The eyes stare sightlessly, and should the mouth be opened it will be noted that the fangs are missing. Fluid coats the stump of the neck in mimicry of blood, clearly brutally hacked off. There is nothing else to be found.
