Thu Jul 03, 2008 10:53 am
One of the more adventurous and daring of Myrken's young men had been conscripted into a small service today. He could be found searching around the seedier taverns and bars of the town looking for the infamous drow, Jirai.
Should he find her he'd present her with both a small package the side of his hand and a letter.
The letter would simply read:
Dear Jirai,
Thinking of you in my fondest memories.
-SR
PS: I hope you haven't misplaced anything.
Thu Jul 03, 2008 1:11 pm
It was not an easy task, but neither was it an impossible one. Eventually, she heard of it and soon after appeared in a tavern to receive package and letter. Hopefully the boy had been paid well - he certainly did not receive a tip from her. Fortunately for him, too, he'd left before she opened the package. Also fortunately, it was not a particularly crowded time for this establishment and the bartender was quick to duck out the back.
Unfortunately for the small tavern, several tables and chairs were reduced to splintered, charred wood before the small female took her leave.