The Post Office

Lady Malara,

I understand. You shall have my sister to do with however you see fit. However, only after I am done with her. She has told me everything. Every grueling detail of her time when we were apart.

Every time I see her, I feel daggers repeatedly thrusting into my soul. The hatred welling up cannot be expressed. The things she's done. The reasons behind them all. She is broken beyond repair. But I am still her sister. I have a duty to uphold. So until I am finished with her, I will not allow anyone near her.

Words can't express the dilemmas I face, Lady Malara. I hope to arrange a meeting with you. I request you see into my heart and mind, and if you are not convinced, then you may have your pound of flesh from me. I can only hope that will convince you to give me a few more days. But should you want to dispatch me to get to my sister, then I ask you to spare the others. They refuse to see how far I have fallen in recent months. They do not deserve punishment.

Kind regards,
Zienna Kesi

"So you want to see your child?" *On the back of the short letter is an accurately drawn map of the edge of the city leading up to the heart of the Forbidden Forest, with a red 'X'. There is also a coupon for a shovel at the local super mart.*

Arrives at his dorm room hand delivered by a messanger. It's an expensive cream coloured envelope sealed with the Del Bosque's dark red wax seal.

Inside in fancy handwriting just one sentence:

We need to talk.

Z.

A delivery crate bearing the Drakenhardt seal arrives at Theia containing a nice new mohoganny desk with a gold trim. There is a note attached as well:

This one should be reasonably impact proof, please bolt it down.

Regards,
Alexander Drakenhardt

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