Gunfight at the O.K. Café (5/10 Stars)

[Xiga]

A letter was sent. 

Then another. 

Then another. 

Desperate letters, asking the price, place and safety of the captive. Willing to negotiate just wanting to end it in a reasonable fashion. 

"Why 'avent they answered..? O' please, please.. please.. let 'er be safe... Just tell me wha' t' d'..!"

The aging and stress worn drakanite could be seen pulling their felinae ears and hair, pacing. Eyes scanning the skies for any communication.
For the time-being, The Family Tree was closed, and what was left in stock would be managed by Joelle.

OOC: Our timezones truly dont match and I need sleep. We'll organize something to make this work.