It had been a busy few days. So busy, in fact, that the school had been left in the care of others. Rhaena Olwak had other things that needed to be taken care of. Eleven funerals, eleven families to be comforted and aided. Twice that many traumatized children. A Storyteller who could not be allowed to speak, a Governor headed to Razasan, hours that must be spent with her new knight, and finally, a letter.
Carefully, elegantly scribed on fine parchment, sealed with Rhaena's own mark, the missive would be delivered by a small child (though not one that had been caught up in the awful mess of a few days prior).
To Marek Waldemar, Greetings
Ser Waldermar, I sincerely wish that I did not have to write this letter. Not because your actions were anything less than heroic, of course, but because those actions were necessary in the first place. Myrken grieves over eleven small graves, horrors that we hoped might be behind us. Myrken honors you, that there are not more funeral pyres to be built.
I hope that you can find the time to visit me at the Governor's house in the next day or two. I would hear this tale in your own words, so that the guilty might better be brought to justice and that you might be given the thanks that is rightfully yours.
Sincerely,
Rhaena Olwak