The briefest of visits to the ritual circle at Selby would tell you all was not well. Notes and messages were pinned to walls to announce warnings of the fog, to request information on those missing from families or just to declare hopelessness & despair at the situation of the Harts Faction and the lands of Albion.
Within the wooden walls near the ritual circle was a gateway barred by wooden planks and chains. A hard hearted soul could easily take a note from the walls to proclaim a small part of the state of Selby. I decided to sketch the blocked gateway & to take only memories of the anguished words and leave them for others to come across and read in the hope of someone being found.