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[Zeth MelGair]

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Zeth sat in his study the floor littered with crumpled parchment. His ink well having run dry, he balled up his last attempt and threw it to the floor looking around for more ink. Finding none he stabbed the Quill into his thumb and watched as His blood began to pool. dipping the quill he started to write again.


A letter writen in dark dried blood


Matriarch d'rue of Umbra

I write this letter on bent knee with neck exsposed, not as a sign of weakness, for I have not felt stronger in a long time. But out of respect for you. I Have some things that I would like to talk to you about. If there is some place we can meet in private. I will Let you pick the time and place.

Merci I once fought at your side,

the rest of the letter is blotted out only the first few words can be made out.

Zeth MelGair
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[Merci d'Rue]

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Merci could smell the blood before she picked up the scroll.

Staring at it she read it briefly.

Mr. Melgair,

This is true you once fought at my side, and so I have granted many indulgences in how you left Umbra. Your once homeland. I will meet with you Melgair, but any and all things we discuss I shall in turn discuss with Ceinwyn, the Arch Matriarch, as she and I are of one mind.

When you are about send word and I am sure we can arrange a meeting.

Merci d'Rue

She conjured up a dark wisp to deliver her reply.
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May destiny guide you...