Letter to Darlok

[Konstantin K]

Hooded from light, protecting his eyes, Konstantin finishes the letter and puts away the silver quill.

To Darlok, Lord Monarch, Ruler of Northerot

Greetings, I am sorry to bother you in the hard times, I hope this note gets to you with my bird soon and on time.
MyLord, I would like to announce, sadly, that I have to release Zarah Auverne as my serf in Northerot, as she no longer desires to be one, and I agree. I believe it is only her signature that is needed to set her free from my serfdom and from Northerot service, and she will surely give it.
I give my signature here to agree on the release.

<~{K/K}~>

Thank you,
sincerely

Citizen Konstantin.

The hawk grasps the note and takes off with blazing speed into the sky, he flies, watching over the land with his sharp and catching eye. His wings brush the sunlight.