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Posted: **Wed Sep 08, 2010 11:44 am**

Afraid to go much past the ladder, the same halfling that delivered a parchment to Trolls Bane leans down and allows another parchment to drop on the mummy at the graveyard before running quickly away. There are some words obviously copied from something else, then a cryptic message under that.

Magistrate of Trolls Bane,

Locking up Davien for even knowing this woman Juliana is laughable. You are better off letting him go to hunt her down bringing her blonde hair on a platter for you, question him on when he has last seen her. As far as part of organized crime, everyone knows that elf is a loner. Your charges are unfounded just like the charges against the woman Juliana.

S, I got a dove saying you were here, I am on my way back to Gobaith and need to talk to you. Meet me in three days time at the same place we last met, I still have some of your throwing stones.

The parchment has no signature on it, just a "J"

Posted: **Thu Sep 09, 2010 5:24 am**

A dark-haired elfess prowled through the catacombs of the graveyard, unhurried almost to the point of laziness. At length she grew weary of the seemingly purposeless actions and made her way toward the exit, planning to brush past the mummies and their aimless wandering but was surprised by their uncharacteristic behavior.

She smothered the light of her torch and hung back in the shadows to study the mummies, lifting a brow as they gathered together in a cluster. What were they doing? She moved closer, staying out of sight by hugging the wall, and tried to get a closer look. The big one had a clean, new piece of parchment and the others blocked her path to the exit.

She slipped through the crowd, stealing a few trinkets at her leisure and confronted the biggest mummy, snatching away the parchment before pushing past to the ladder. Once outside, she wiped the parchment on the grass to rid it of the slime and carefully turned the page a few times, slowly making out the lettering.

She knew immediately who the letter was from but spent considerably longer on the actual message. “The place we last met…” Where was that? A few places flashed in her mind but she couldn’t be certain. Finally giving up, she turned the parchment over and passed her sleeve across it to dry it as much as possible before writing very slowly in overly large, primitive letters that ran together a little in the dampness from the mummy slime.

J-

Meet me at the bridge by the bath house.
I’ll be waiting.

S.

She then returned to Troll’s Bane and hired a pigeon to carry the message before carefully going through her possessions in preparation of what might come.

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A parchment for "S"

A parchment for "S"