*An Open Letter to Elvewyn*

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A magnificent woman steps through Greatgaunt, clad in a mantle of silver and a diaphanous gown of silk and gold threads. As she passes, the faint scent of storms moves in her wake to any nearby.

She places a message on the board for all to see and moves off at a stately pace into the Bramblewood, leaving gaping commoners behind her.

The notice is written in a hand so beautiful it seems more like painting than writing:

Elvewyn,

I wish you to find me an auctioneer of good character and standing among the community. Another of my kind will be joining me for this auction and will also be selling off part of his wealth for the good of the land...at least I hope he will and he will not use the coin just to buy more clothes.

Kind regards,
Lothriniax

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*A small figure moves through Isinhold effortlessly, glaring around and grumbling to himself in draconic. He stumbles across the note, his name catching his eyes. He pulls it off the board and reads it over once before crushing it in a fist and tucking the note away. He turns on his heel and stomps back the way he came*

~Sio