A Trade for a captive

[Callen200]

Words begin to spread that a prisoner was wanted..

How they knew was unknown yet letters are plastered on gloom lights boards

You have my friend that i want back

Grit is their name- a cambion yet i ask that we come to a trade deal

You need ore- or boosters- food for your men and women, name the price and return them to me

I ask nicely and see that perhaps we can come to a deal of some sorts

-Rosalina

Words spread all the way to gloomlight- to the barracks to whoever holds such a poor lass captive

A trade was given and an offer was put on the table

Yet they await a letter back..

Perhaps gloomlight would send a letter back- but only time can tell.