By the light of the blood moon.

[The Returner]

The evening approaches the town, as the sky darkens, Sean Elaski can be seen in the forest.

Hes sitting on a stump, and he watches the moon raise up above the tree line.

A large, red moon.

"Hmm, blood moon. Bad Omen. Blood will be spilt soon." He speaks, looking at the moon in wonder.

"Hopefully, it can still be changed.......it will still be changed."

He remembers talks hes had with a few people, The peace seems so close.....just a little longer.

he winces, holding a hand up to his face, he'd been clocked on Darloks land earlier, luckily escaping with only a punch.

He takes out a feather pen and ink, and stands up, kneeling at the stump he takes out a piece of parchment and begins to write.

"Greetings, surely you havent forgotten me

Day after day, tensions in the northern kingdom, and this southernmost anarchy continue to worsen, soon I fear they will snap, like a twig under the boot of a hunter that drives the wilderness away in that instant. I was to late to stop the full Devastation of the drought and now the island is on a brink of civil war within itself. I suppose you havent the time to read a long boring letter, so I ask of you to travel here, for I also fear I may not survive the month without your company. The blood moon rises this eve, and it seems to call my name.

Yours
Sean-san Elaski of Trolls Bane"

He reaches into his pocket, pulling out his flute , he plays a five note melody, before sealing the letter and holding out his arm.

A grey hawk lands on his arm, its blue eyes locked with his brown for a moment, as if conscious. Sean Elaski places the letter in the hawks letter holder, and whispers the destination, in a flurry of wings the hawk is off.

"Please hurry." He speaks, returning to staring at the blood moon.

"Theres still time, but not much I fear"