[Dawn]

Feeling the point no longer against her back, Noelle turns to face the stranger, letting the handle of the scythe relax in her hand. A frown appeared on her face when he pulled out the tattered and folded piece of paper and begin gesturing.

"You can't talk, can you?" she asks quietly, realization hitting her before holding her hand out, "Could I see that, please? I'll promise to be very careful with it and return it back once I'm done with it."