A Missive for Daveney.

[Kylerryth]

A folded and sealed missive, given to the girl nearest the tea house's entrance with instructions to deliver it straightaway to its intended recipient; and the would-be courier, a very tall man with striking blue-gray eyes and an organized chaos of reddish-brown hair, left before the girl could reply, could look at him for too long and see the redness in those eyes.

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[indent]Daveney;

Thank you again for everything you've done to help me. While I don't know very many people here, or at least cannot remember I know them -- in the end, what is the difference? -- I strongly doubt any of them possess the same capacity for kindness, the same inexhaustible amount of patience. I lack the proper words to express the full scope of my gratitude, so I will simply repeat what I have said many a time before and hope you know and understand its sincerity hasn't diminished: Thank you, Daveney.

In the day or so since we last parted, since I learned what I learned and what happened happened, I have thought a lot about my next move. And I have decided that the best chances I have to discover the truth -- the whole truth -- lie in Ariane ... and the Duke of Thessilane, Burel Tassnehof. As soon as I am ready, I ride for Darkenhold and then wherever the Duke waits.

I hope this letter finds you well, Daveney. If you wish to, send a reply to the King's Circle. That is where I reside for the time being.

- C.[/indent]

And further down, in the right-hand corner in a tiny script, three words:




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I miss you.

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