Story to tell here. Two parts.
Part I: some thief or thug. Or roach. Didn’t care. Still don’t. Came within a hair of dying in a trap. Found some paint to write ‘nobles’ and an arrow pointing right to the trap he just avoided. Must’ve been angry about something. Killed him on the other side.
Part II: lion-like man. Big beard, flat-nose. Bald, though, and probably rich. Found thug (or what was left) and recognized black paint on fingers with writing on wall. Must’ve guessed that there were traps on both sides. Had to make a point.
Killed him in the only other remaining path with a forcefield.
Should’ve known: I always win.