Southshore Crier says: [Common] Hear ye! Hear ye! *pant pant* Be warned citizens of Southshore: assassins are heading to our fair town!
Southshore Crier yells: [Common] Help me! Help! Assassins in the hills! To arms! To arms!
Southshore Crier says: [Common] Guards to your posts! They must be after the Magistrate again. He must be protected! They could come from any direction!
Southshore Crier The Southshore Crier grabs the back of his neck and his eyes go wide.