A short, blond elven female wonders around Cordor, Amia Forest, Bendir Dale, and Winya posting posters of a missing person.
On the poster is a poorly sketched of a female, elf under the words "missing".


"MISSING: Nakia Keelia
Short, brownish blond haired elf with green eyes. Usually found in Amia Forest. Any information about her come see Delet'erious Morn'ing'gaz'ee, See sketch below."

*a poorly sketch of Delet'erious*

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"Watermelon Or like a panda with a mean face, or like sandals with pressure points drawn on them, or the smell of a blackboard eraser, or a Sunday morning where you wake up and it's raining. Well, I like him more than hard bread. "

Weston of Salandra sees one of the posters that are around in Amia forest during a short break of duties in the Grove. He takes one down and brings it back with him to study better when he has the chance.

"... Wonder who this is. Salandra's blessings they are in safety and health."

Eventually he gets his chance to see the description provided and the drawings added. Not the wisest choice that he looked it over in the treetops however when a small breeze takes off from the table and carries it somewhere below. Glancing over the edge as far he dares, the sheet seems lost to the forest floor of the Grove.

"...It's not rude as a guest if it was unintentional to litter...right?..." He asks with nobody around as best he knows to hear and heads down to see if he can't find it himself to pick back up.

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Weston Carter ~Salandran~ : Retired
Carters Leave Amia

Delet'rious wanders in cordor, adding to the poster at the bottom; "REWARD".

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"Watermelon Or like a panda with a mean face, or like sandals with pressure points drawn on them, or the smell of a blackboard eraser, or a Sunday morning where you wake up and it's raining. Well, I like him more than hard bread. "

Nakia Keelia and Garich Karent walk in Amia Forest together, as she takes down some posters.

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"Watermelon Or like a panda with a mean face, or like sandals with pressure points drawn on them, or the smell of a blackboard eraser, or a Sunday morning where you wake up and it's raining. Well, I like him more than hard bread. "