Much like the small note delivered into the hands of Ariel O'Cynen, this is sealed with wax of no particular design, no startling colour. And like the other, this will be placed into the hands of none other than the General himself, for the lad has been paid as much for his patience, as his swift feet.
[INDENT]General,
You have claimed that there is no greater safety in all of Myrken Wood than the room in which our friend rests. If there be truth to this then I have another that may be in sore need of your protection. I hope that we may speak of this soon with urgency, with discretion.
Ariane
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