A High-Lady and a Queen.

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A letter was delievered to the higher ups of Promethia assuming the messenger made it this far. If not, a bird would be used thereafter. Delievering this to either Asma or Godfrey. The Demons would more or less not care for whom this was regarding. Blonde hair could be seen attached to each letter.

"Writing letters... is seriously a drag."

-Bastina V. Dayndros

"I had a confrontation with one of yours I assume. He goes by Jack? He seems to have found himself at the end of my blade. For, the third time? Yeah, third time. I have him collared here and I'm going to assume you'll take him back if you and your armies win this war. Otherwise? You won't see him again. My intentions are pretty clear at this point and if it's not well, I'm sure it's already known what would happen should you get your filthy hands on one of us. That said, we'll be seeing each other soon. Here is some of his hair. Figured it would be a good way to know we have the guy. He's also still alive. So, don't worry about that."

"It's sad when someone like this is so far gone he thinks supporting his family even if it means following behind Demons is okay. I don't know what form of Magic you all have done to this man. But, I'll save him. Rest assured. I'll save him. Just like I will Belfanur."

"Let this war be the end of it. I'll see you on the battlefield. All of you."

"Oh, right and P.S to the one... called Asma? Right. If I ever see you again? Pray to whatever evil being you follow because that same piece of flesh you ripped out of my cousins neck? I'll send you straight to Hel'heim with it. I'm going to Kill you. You bit and tore flesh from a teenager like some cannibal in front of me. That, was a mistake. One, that in time will come back and bite you. That will be me with my blade. Be ready."

- Bastina V. Dayndros

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"As I said, this would be the outcome... unfortunately the blood of this man lies on the hands of the Demons and those who follow them. He should have never followed your kind to begin with. Now count your days. Becuase the rest of you? Are next. The war now comes to you. No longer will we stand by and count on others for results. We stand for ourselves and protect all of Esshar. With, or without Galamea."

"We. Are. Rhoynish."

The body of Jack Queen was tossed into the Ocean. After being dealt with by the High-Lady herself. His story perhaps ended here...? Or...

Did it?