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.

[Milly]

"What is this?

The Oracle of Gloomlight, Thomas G. Equisol, orders his men to tear down the flyers from all known noticeboards. They are set fire with occultic flames soon after.

"If you want to send a letter, do so. My address hasn't changed and I'm easy to reach. Don't make me embarrass you."