Added upon the growing list is a carefully thought out note, the pressure marks of the writing scoring the paper deeply more than the ink stains it. It glitters oddly, as if the paper itself cannot contain the absolute cold fury that the writer struggled with when penning this note..
I will wade in the ice that runs in your veins when all this is over. I will have my daughter Alantie back safely, lest I am forced to throw down upon you all that I have ever been forced to endure and learn.
The same stands true for Rhane, Rom, Kendrac and Dragona.
The others, I care little for. You could keep those to decorate your bathroom with, I suppose. It is after all, where they belong..
Whenever you are ready, Jea?
Bhrynovyl Astairre
~ Lady of the Sword ~