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A man slowly walks to the boards and attaches a piece of parchment to the boards with a dagger. On the dagger’s hilt is a shooting star. The man looks mournfully over the message a moment before turning, slinging a shoulder strap over his shoulder, lifting a large bundle to his side. He walks silently back to the door, a look of a traveler in his eyes. He takes a deep breath, sighs, and steps out.
The following words are written in an Elven script.
J-
There is much you don’t understand, much in the turning of events that’ve taken place. Unfortunately, these things, I can’t tell you. You had to’ve seen them for yourself. I’m sorry that you are unable to honor your people and take your rightful place, to honor your new family and offer them the security of knowing there will be no more running. I believe in the stars, tororamin. Right now, they’re just covered by clouds. Perhaps, in the future, you’ll understand and return to be the strength they need. Until then, wish me luck… wish us all luck.
Fear not, however. I will not give away your whereabouts. There was not a trace of you.
-C.t.H
PS: Tell your lovely wife I am no puppet.
It has come to my attention that I am never allowed to leave. Thank you, oh great ferret gods.
A man slowly walks to the boards and attaches a piece of parchment to the boards with a dagger. On the dagger’s hilt is a shooting star. The man looks mournfully over the message a moment before turning, slinging a shoulder strap over his shoulder, lifting a large bundle to his side. He walks silently back to the door, a look of a traveler in his eyes. He takes a deep breath, sighs, and steps out.
The following words are written in an Elven script.
J-
There is much you don’t understand, much in the turning of events that’ve taken place. Unfortunately, these things, I can’t tell you. You had to’ve seen them for yourself. I’m sorry that you are unable to honor your people and take your rightful place, to honor your new family and offer them the security of knowing there will be no more running. I believe in the stars, tororamin. Right now, they’re just covered by clouds. Perhaps, in the future, you’ll understand and return to be the strength they need. Until then, wish me luck… wish us all luck.
Fear not, however. I will not give away your whereabouts. There was not a trace of you.
-C.t.H
PS: Tell your lovely wife I am no puppet.
It has come to my attention that I am never allowed to leave. Thank you, oh great ferret gods.
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