Flanked by a black panther and a wood wight, a female Drow approaches the grounds of the shrine. She wields a black crossbow of drow make, and her hair, usually snow white like most of her species, is dyed pink in her own blood and cut unevenly. Her torso is bandaged tightly, with a spot of red showing through the bandages at the height of her ribs, close or maybe directly to the heart.
She stops short of trespassing into the shrine grounds themselves, knownful that the protectors might react poorly to the precautions she's taken for the journey and, after a quick, nervous gaze around the area, unsummons the wood wight and hangs the crossbow from her back, before stepping forth.
She approaches the caretaker, but once more stops a few steps away from her, wary of any sudden movements or hostile behaviour.
"Greetings," she bows her head, before producing an envelope from under her cloak. Rather than hand it over directly, she puts it on the ground before placing a small stone on it to keep the wind from blowing it away.
"I'm just here to deliver this message. Please, see that it is destroyed after the right eyes have read it through," she states, before retreating.
Inside the envelope there is a hastily written letter, made in crude parchment and cheap ink. The calligraphy leaves much to be desired, for it was written on a cart on the move, rather than on a quiet desk. It reads as follows:
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To any members of the shrine of Eilistraee, and of House Kenlil,
I must apologize, for it was never my intention to repay boon with disservice and foolishness- but I fear this may well be the case. Before I go into detail, you must know this: there is an assassin of Lolth: a female Drow who wears many knifes on her person, and possibly a male associate. They know where the Shrine is.
My name is Aghasi, of House Mih'rae, and I had visited your shrine just yesterday. Places that welcome our kin are few and far between here in the surface, so this very evening, when a Drow came to my camp claiming I had nothing to fear of her if I was on friendly terms with those of your faith, I mistook her for one of your own, or one who would soon be.
So, when she asked about the shrine, I told her where it was. She was hooded, so I cannot describe her face further, and she acted in a friendly, cordial manner for as long as she thought she could get me to speak any information. I can only say this for certain: she said she'd visit the shrine come morning, though I do not know whether it was to dismiss the subject or because she really intents to, and she was quick both in wielding her knifes and in ending my life in a single stab to the heart when she chose to do so. Of the possible male companion I cannot say much, for I was faint and couldn't see nor even hear him well by that point.
I shall not write here how I walk once more among the living, for fear this letter reaches the wrong hands, but I felt it imperative to give you this warning, for it is by my foolishness that your people may well be in danger: I have been unable to track the assassin down, so must assume she already passed on the information she learned.
I shall move my camp, and take further precautions in the future. I hate to ask this, but should any of you find my camp... Do not approach unless you have some way to prove me without a shadow of a doubt you do not follow the Path of Lolth- else I shall assume the assassin has come back to finish what she started.
At the bottom of the letter, there's a signature.
((Edit: Fixed a typo in my character's House name.))
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