Somewhere within Port Avanthyr, the Weave is tugged, pulled, and thoughts strung to words are slipped through in a quick stream between the fabric of magic. An arcane missive strives to find the Corps de Grace veteran.
"Pardon the interruption, but I wish to meet at your convenience in order to discuss a subject of an investigation I'm currently running. Much appreciated, mentally signed, Samak Nerenide."
The last lingering magics of the message open a passage to return a court Sending in return.
"Pardon the interruption, but I wish to meet at your convenience in order to discuss a subject of an investigation I'm currently running. Much appreciated, mentally signed, Samak Nerenide."
The last lingering magics of the message open a passage to return a court Sending in return.
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