////*written in Drow, except where noted or OOC comments*///

*neatly rolled letter scroll, made of the finest parchment, sealed with a foreign signet in blood red wax and sprinkled with black ashes is left with the Obok Yathrin d'l'Orbb Valsharess*

~Edonil, Yath d'l'Orbb Valsharess~

Malla Ilharess d'Tinnerai;

I would like to take this moment to inform you of our arrival in your section of the Underdark, namely Edonil and L'Obsul. I am Ssin'urn Rah d'Aphyon, Second Daughter of the former Matron of House Rah d'Aphyon. I arrived here with my younger sister, Sarnor, and our mother's trusted servant and adviser, Cress d'l'Aphyon Errdegahr. There are a handful of others here as well that survived the cataclysm that destroyed most of our property, living and nonliving, and took our Ilharess and my elder sister's lives.

We ask no favors, this is merely a courtesy to let you know of our existence as there was already an unfortunate incident with one of your lower ranked matrons. I have inherited what is left of our house and I intend to stabilize it in and around Edonil. I supplied you with the names of our ranking members as a courtesy.

~Ssin'urn Rah d'Aphyon,
Drada Dalharil d'Qu'ellar Rah d'Aphyon
Ilharess d'Qu'ellar Rah d'Aphyon

*her signature is followed by an impression in wax of the same signet used to seal the scroll*

///Signet Impression: A skeletal hand apparently (on very close inspection) adorned with many rings, clutching a spider web.

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The Ilharess Tinnerai listens as the letter is read by a certain mage. There is a rather long pause after the mage finishes reading before she speaks.

“First send a copy of the letter to Ust’Ilharess Velthura Ussen d’Vhid and High Priest Vlos’Killian. Include descriptions of the parchment; it looks to be of fine make and the signet impression.” She sighs and shakes her head. “52, go fetch me more wine. Wait! Make that elf blood whiskey. Tell the bartender to give you the whole bottle.”

As of yet there is no reply from Ilharess Tinnerai.

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Ari'aerath Dlues'athsha ~ Silver Singer with the Bow of the Sun
Clarette Feohn ~ Magic is Art.
Victoria Marrs ~ "I have an herb for that."

The Ilharess of Ussen d'Vhid read over the letter arching one eyebrow slowly. After reading it twice she pens a simple letter then puts it into a simple scroll tube*

"Jalil. You will bring yourself before me at the Ussen d'Vhid complex within five cycles."

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*reads the note*

Jalil *sneers* They insult me then deign to order me, waelen!

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