Post:Re: Something Stirs - 06/26/2024 - 08:44

Re: Something Stirs · on 06/26/2024 08:44	2271
A street urchin makes his way through the desert city, hastily bearing a parchment. Making his way through a byzantine cluster of alleyways, before ducking into one building. Emerging from the other side, he makes his way past a pair of very heavily armed guards, who simply nod to him. He hands the note to a pale Dwarf with grey locks, who scratches his thick beard, before opening it. With a scowl, he crumples the note and throws it in a nearby brazier, not pausing to watch it burn. He picks up a quill and parchment, and immediately begins writing. Black Toad, Thank you for informing me of the Little Scorpion's fate, and disposing of their property -- no doubt either troubling or incriminating. They are more resilient than they seem. Please inform me of any further developments related to the Scorpion. He hastily rolls the scroll, and hands it to the urchin, gesturing for the child to return to the source of the letter.
This message was originally posted in Events and Happenings in DragonRealms' Elanthia / Ilithi Events, by DR-IRENOS on the play.net forums.