Letter to Leithian: True Fate of the Queen

[Silas North]

A raven that hasn't been seen in the valley in quite some time finds its way to the shoulder of Leithian. She's far more lukewarm than usual in temperment, or perhaps merely perfers the company of whom she was commanded to seek out in comparison to many in the past. She bears a message within a harness and with it is a large green leaf. The leaf is strange to say the least. It had obviously traveled a great deal with the raven familiar, yet it's as fresh of scent and color as one that had been plucked from a tree mere seconds ago and the passing of time dosen't seem to lessen this. It would also bear a familiar 'aura' of sorts. The message reads as follows.

Her Grace lives.

She is no longer bound by the confines of the once proud Viridale. Unfortunately, it shall be many years before she has a body that can walk about freely. I regret I shall be long in my grave before that time comes, but you will still have your chance to speak with her again one day my friend. I might have the chance to explain the details in person soon. For now however, let it be known that your services shall be forever appreciated, yet there is no need to fret over the loss or worry for her protection. She may no longer be the woman we all knew, but know that Her Grace is safe and secure. Tell her followers of her fate and that if they wish to know more, to come to the town of Navil, near Neverwinter.

Sincerely,
Osclow

[Silas North]

A second message, delivered by the ill-tempered raven, who seems strangely complacent toward Leithian.

Dear old friend,

I've recieved word about you working your way into the Legion. I almost didn't believe it at first and found myself laughing hysterically for hours on end when the rumors were confirmed. A thousand congratulations to you. It's good to know there's at least more than one decent sort in their ranks. My advice to you is to get as close as you can to lady Emiliana Blackwell. Virtually everyone else in the Legion, including those of authority, are complete buffoons or corrupt to the core. Lady Blackwell however, has a good head upon her shoulders and could use the company of one not trying to lick her boots or undress her with their eyes. I suppose the latter's alright, but for the love of the Binder be DISCREET about it!! I know how 'frisky' you elves can get.

Forever your idol,
O.W.