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[Jerrick Stark]

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Mr. Stark moved quietly into the darkened keep that he had called home for the past few weeks.
It was obvious that the Drow he shared this home with was either still out for the evening or had
found trouble somewhere. Either way, Calamyr's private affairs were no business of his own.
He quickly made his way upstairs to the cluttered desk in what was being called the War Room.
Jerrick grabbed the half empty bottle of whiskey he had left from the other night and filled a small
glass with the drink as he sat down to begin penning his dispatches to the two as he was directed.


It took some time of gathering the necessary information for each recipient. When he was finished
he sealed two separate envelopes with the calling card crimson "S".
He wrote a name on each:

-Matron Kal'iksix
-Lord Ronin

After the dispatches were prepared he quickly moved downstairs and mounted his horse, these would
be personally delivered. No chances would be taken.