It is evening. As his daily routine before going to sleep, he sits in his study room and read the numerous reports his office is expected to receive during the day.
A familiar knock to the door is heard, and he calls out, bidding the intruder to come in. The doors swung open, and in came a pair of elves clad in the standard Karameikos Royal Guard Armor, between them is a man, the king's personal aid.
"My King." the intruder said as he stretched out his right had, between his fingers is a sealed envelope. The sitting man received the document and waived the visitors to all leave. After hearing the doors click shut, he hurriedly opened the envelope.
As expected, the letter is written in cipher, known only to a select few to ensure control in the flow of information. Luckily for him, he was the one who made this code and was able to commit it to memory.
One by one, the words began to appear. The letter, in its entirety, reads as follows:
My Lord King Karameikos,
It has been a while since my last letter. As others may have reported, the village of Iledan is currently experiencing a period of growth. Unfortunately, I am not writing about the success of this endeavor we planned those years ago. I write to inform you of an event which transpired during the first day of Felmont.
I sent a scouting party to investigate a point of interest in the Iledan Forest. I expected that the investigation will not pose much of a problem as I sent my best team, but to my horror, my scouts came back barely alive. They reported to me that they encountered a pale man with white hair carrying a greatsword. My scouts fought this man and his companions but they simply proved too much. The man intorduced himself as "Eran".
Yes, your majesty, it appears that we failed to kill Eran ten years ago during the War of the Immortals. And he still be looking for the Gnoll's Axe.
Sgd.
Balakas.
He let the words sink in a few more moments, and placed the letter above the flickering candle light in front of him. Slowly, the paper caught fire and within a few moments, only ashes remain.
He pulled out a drawer from below his desk, producing a flask of his finest elven wine and a metallic cup. He stared at the flask for a few moments before muttering: "I hope you can help me sleep this night."
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