Seeking: Bulk Cookware

[Some Guy on Requiem]

An illiterate hand has left the following message on a few slapdash flyers around Fort Prae. The author, an equally unskilled artist, has doodled out an accompanying picture. It depicts Milton Fields. He frets at the viewer through the cartoonish hole he has worn through a cooking pot. Behind him, a mob of hangry townsfolk encroach with forks and knives and bibs.

Ned Kookwhere. Lots. Com Dougsbuddy?

~ Milk

[Some Guy on Requiem]

A familiar flyer, bereft of even the most casual understanding of the written word, resurfaces along Prae and the northern route to Milltown. This time the crude caricature depicts a clueless Milton Fields melting a frying pan over a comically meagre campfire. Ham starved townsfolk encroach with knives and bibs from the edges of the page. It, as before, reads:

Ned Kookwhere. Lots. Com Dougsbuddy?

~ Milled

[Nedoral]

Matteo picked one of the peculiar flyers that got stuck on his sandal and brought it closer to his gaze. Tilting his head slightly left and right, he shoved his home's door distractedly as he tried to guess what was depicted in the drawing, as well as what the hell was wrong with Fields' artistic vision.