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Letter was scarce and with little to no information but beautifully written. She curved the letters as only she knew – her words were dancing in mesmerizing rhythm before my eyes. Small parchment was wet and ink was spilling in its cracks, but without the chance to diminish the elegance of its content.
However, the words were as sharp and uncompromising as her character. Féana was already in my debt, yet she was in trouble. Again. The Bardess was skilled and fearless. Yet she needed my help. Again.
As I mounted on my mare, I felt excitement. Not only that I'll visit the fabled Highplane, I'll see my friend again. No scar or wound can ruin the heavenly beauty of the Half Elves and their wit and charisma were out of this world, making them desirable company. And much more.
Their blood, on the other side, is desired even more. From the letter I found out that the Desert Warlocks have gotten her scent. She needs my help to lure them in the old family tomb outside the slopes of Isidor's Peak, capital of Highplane, an ancient home of all half-human people.