Thu Sep 20, 2007 8:31 am
Through the hands of many messengers and channels, a pristine letter arrives for the dark rose of a woman, known to all as Jirai. With writing neat and perfect sprawled across the cream of parchment and sealed with red, the delicate prose read as follows:
Dear Jirai,
It seems as though your toy met an unfortunate end. It is no doubt that they suspect you. Though, you are not one to hide, I respectfully suggest remaining scarce while the investigation commences.
I am but a letter away should you require assistance.
I only write and listen to the rumors abound for your well-being. I take it upon myself to keep Matron Faeryl's daughter safe.
Very dutifully yours,
Alessandra Demarest
Thu Sep 20, 2007 8:40 am
The returned letter would be neither addressed nor signed. Still, it would reach its intended destination without fail, and the one for whom it was intended would realize who sent it.
If Matron Faeryl's daughter was incapable of keeping herself safe, she would not be Matron Faeryl's daughter.
If you attempt to seek my favor by warning me of things, try warning me of things that I do not already know about.