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[Jonathan Strathmore]

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A pigeon makes it's way to Umbra, a small package and a letter attatched to it's leg.

Dear Misses ab'Arawn,

As promised, here's your rune. I hope we'll all be seeing you soon. Don't forget our deal.

Sincerely,

Orelen

P.S.

Your daughter is doing very well.

Inside the package in a rune to a location in the Malas mountains.

[NightShade]

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Squawk! Nightshade tossed over in her bed covering her ears. INTRUDER! INTRUDER! Mimus chanted and the creature intruding let out a bird like scream. Blurry eyed as she was a night owl herself she opened her eyes peering at the commotion in her darkened bedroom, the sheet slipping down her chest revealing the absence of clothing..

God she missed Myrddin... She fumbled about in the room and tossed a shoe at the pair of encircling birds. Mimus was chasing a pigeon. The shoe, knocked the note free from the pigeon, who immediately took off out a window. Mimus torn between curiousity *perhaps there were pixies in the package* and the chase of the pigeon, his hope of dead pixies won out.

Reading over the note briefly she stared at the rune, and Mimus made an angry squawking noise leaving the room *there was obviously nothing good here for him*. Smiling she scribbled a note for Mimus to take to Orelen later....

Oreo,

As my daughter affectionately calls you. Your a doll...

Thanks...

P.S. Tell Myrddin I will see him soon, real soon.. Tell Willow, good catch...


*laughter low and delicous could almost be heard at the end of the note...*
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