Post by mcian on Aug 22, 2023 0:16:51 GMT -5
Jace, son of Scar, entered his room at the inn in Papua and quickly closed the door behind him, locking it, yet knowing the flimsy thing could hardly keep out the determined assault of a rabid ferret. He hurried to a table, lighting the candle that sat upon it, and sat down. Reaching for a piece of blank parchment, pen, and ink, he began writing furiously.
“Father, you must come to Papua immediately. I have seen and learned of terrible things, goings on, by he who was my mentor, so I had thought. I cannot come to you as I would like as I know I am being watched every minute. I fear for my life. If you come and I am not here, you will know that some evil has befallen me. I am giving this letter to our dear friend Korbin Durr, when I can get with him alone. He will get it to you. Come quickly but be ready for a fight. Evil is afoot here. Signed, Jace.”
He rolled it up and tied it with a small piece of thread, waited the hour or so before nightfall, and exited the open window with it in hand.
“Father, you must come to Papua immediately. I have seen and learned of terrible things, goings on, by he who was my mentor, so I had thought. I cannot come to you as I would like as I know I am being watched every minute. I fear for my life. If you come and I am not here, you will know that some evil has befallen me. I am giving this letter to our dear friend Korbin Durr, when I can get with him alone. He will get it to you. Come quickly but be ready for a fight. Evil is afoot here. Signed, Jace.”
He rolled it up and tied it with a small piece of thread, waited the hour or so before nightfall, and exited the open window with it in hand.