A Letter of Distress

[adalira]

Dear Defenders of Valor, House of the Beast,

*The note is crumpled, and stained.*

I write now, with more desperate intentions then ever. I plan to escape this place, of which I am imprizoned. The forest has proved most kind to me, yet I was foolish enough to be found. I ask of you, with the wholeness of my heart, that you please help me. I do not know how much longer of this madness I can take. I assure you my aunt, Cylistine, will support this cause. She resides in the House of Virtue as a Priestess of Elune. I am sorry if I expect too much, for now I am past thinking. It must be done. I must escape. If you accept me, and if I do come, you have full possesion of me and my belongs. I ask that the hospitality of nature saves me, and I sincerely hope you will forgive me for the haste of which this note was composed.

Faerie Queen's blessings.

-Adalira of Darrow Steelforge

[Celera]

Johnson handed Celera the note with a look of even greater scorn than usual. Celera smoothed open the paper, wiping way some bits of dirt and a blade or two of grass that had gotten folded into the creases.

The urgency of the note was troubling, but it was not clear if there was anything that could be done to help the author of it. She turned back to the butler and asked who had delivered the letter.

"It was one of those goblins -- scheming opportunists. Probably heading back to Stormwind to con some orphans out of their bread rations or ..."

Celera didn't wait for the rest. She ran off to look for the messenger, calling back to Johnson, "Find Cylistine. I must see her as soon as possible."