The old woman turned and grabbed a quill and paper from the table beside her door. Scrawling "Your sister's name is Sinead. You still hunt her killer" on the paper. She barked out "Andrei!" A small boy came scurrying around from in back of her humble hut. "Tell the big man in the armor, that just got a room at the Dark Rose who sent this" The young boy took off at a run down the dirt street towards the other end of town.
Lord Tobias Nathaniel Bishop Marchande, third hereditary Duke of Marchande, stared listlessly out the tower window. So many responsibilities weighed on his mind. He missed days past when he was free in the world. He and his companions roamed the world seeking out adventure and danger. "I should never have taken the land grant." He said to himself looking upon the sword in it's well worn scabbard propped up in the corner of his library.
The small boy stumbled up to the front door of the inn. Huffing and puffing from the effort of running across town he says "Mister... Milady Rowena Bloodrose DeAmberville asked me to give you this." He handed the large red headed man a scrap of parchment.
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