A messenger arrives, sprinting from the docks. He rushes up to a darkly clad S'Kra Mur and hands him a scroll. Obviously he was prepaid, he turns and leaves the Landing, not waiting for a response from the cloaked man.
9th Month of Dolefaren the Brigantine, Amber Phoenix
My dearest beast,
I made a promise to you. I'm not breaking it.
I traveled far into the southwest and will
remain there for some months.
Please do not worry.
Aehhrkhi sa'hhs,
Your Desert Rose
