A hastily penned letter.
Dearest L, My hunt is nearly at an end.
Tonight the hounds'll sup on lion. I've always loved you, though I knew it to be as impossible as our dream.
But we crawled free from the weight of at least one king's iron crone, have we not? A ...
Farewell Página A hastily penned letter. - en la base de datos de Lore de la Guía del New World
Dearest L, My hunt is nearly at an end.
Tonight the hounds'll sup on lion. I've always loved you, though I knew it to be as impossible as our dream.
But we crawled free from the weight of at least one king's iron crone, have we not? A clear night well surely fall one day over all of Nighthaven. Yours eternally.
-E
(Upon close examination, the words "crone" and "well" are slightly emphasized. Perhaps it's time to pay Cronewell Cathedral a visit.)