Post by freezn on Apr 25, 2024 6:26:09 GMT -5
In the depths of the night a visitor come sot call upon the Alizarin Academy of Bardic Lore.
The young woman approaches with her hood kept up, sheltering her from the persistent Marsember rain and bugs alike. She parts through the massive doors under the watchful eye of the draconic gargoyle with some small amount of trepidation. Hesitation stalling her first steps. Despite this a full lipped smile can be seen amidst the shadows of the lantern lit streets.
Within its scholarly halls, the woman seems far more at ease. It takes only moments for the visitor to make her way to the office of the academy's long time quartermaster. Thereupon she finds the very man she had been looking for.
"Shoeman! Dear you haven't aged a bit. Look at you! Oh, goodness, is that truly the new style they wear upon the streets these days?"
The pair call out in greetings of warmth and friendship, clasping in a brief hug before settling down into matters of recent affairs and travels. After a belltoll's worth of time passes the young woman makes to leave. Behind her a letter is left with Shoeman addressed to the Headmistress.