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[Nyxanna ab'Arawn]

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Mimus circles Minoc again searching out Lord Swiftar.

Dear Vaen,

I will get straight to the point my friend, I fear for my life, I have heard the decree by the protectorate. As you well know I am a Lycan born, I had no control over this as I was born this way and I am proud to be such.

Sadly, others do not view me this way and from what I understand we are to be brought in dead or alive. I know the Matriarchs of Umbra will protect us but my mother has made me stay home from work today she is quite concerned about this. I dont know my friend tis a sad thing when men that are virtuous decide to slay an entire race. I just dont understand Vaen. I am lost....Tell me my friend will you become a Lycan hunter to? Will I see your face in Umbra searching me down to drag me in for money. I surely hope not however even so I remain your friend.

Here, a few candy canes to take out some pesky squirrels. They get into your food you know...

Your friend,
Nyxy

[Cal Hurst]

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Vaen quickly penned a response.

Nyxy,

I am no lycan hunter. I will be no lycan hunter. And I will aid no lycan hunter.

I, however, cannot do much at this very moment to help you, other than to tell you to listen to your mother and the matriarchs. They know what is best for you, and they are best prepared to help you through this.

You will never see my face in Umbra as anything but a friend. Unless, of course, Umbra decides to see me differently. But I don't see that happening. Atleast not anytime soon.

Your friend,
Vaen Swiftar

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[Nyxanna ab'Arawn]

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A smile of relief crossed her face, it would be so much worse to have a friend drag you in to be killed.

She didnt care what any of them said she liked Mr. Swiftar and she would continue to call him friend...