A hastily penned letter.
Dearest L, My hunt is nearly at an end.
Tonight the hounds'll sup on lion. I've always loved you, though I knew it to be as impossible as our dream.
But we crawled free from the weight of at least one king's iron crone, have we not? A ...
Farewell: Seite - A hastily penned letter. - in der New World Guide Datenbank of Lore
Dearest L, My hunt is nearly at an end.
Tonight the hounds'll sup on lion. I've always loved you, though I knew it to be as impossible as our dream.
But we crawled free from the weight of at least one king's iron crone, have we not? A clear night well surely fall one day over all of Nighthaven. Yours eternally.
-E
(Upon close examination, the words "crone" and "well" are slightly emphasized. Perhaps it's time to pay Cronewell Cathedral a visit.)