Room 218, Thursday Afternoon
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There was a letter for Karla in the mail today. It bore the SaDiablo seal and was from Dhemlan, but just holding it filled Karla with foreboding. Even the feel of the fine linen paper under her fingers gave her a chill, like a cold, dead wind was blowing through her.
She shivered as she opened it, wishing with all her might that it was a bill for the kitchen or a written tirade from Mrs. Beale and Helene both.
Inside the envelope was a single sheet of the Hall's stationary, folded over a small scrap of onionskin.
Karla,
This arrived at the Hall overnight. Geoffrey reports that a similar note appeared at the keep. Jaenelle is certain they're authentic. Stay safe. Portalocity will contact you when we've ascertained the best time to bring you home.
DO NOT COME HOME UNTIL YOU ARE CALLED.
Saetan
The cold only got sharper as she picked up the scrap of paper. Almost from a distance, she realized that her hands with shaking. From nerves or from cold, she couldn't tell.
He is claiming she is dead. Arranging meeting with warlords. Come soon.
All the breath whooshed out of her lungs and the note fluttered to the floor. Mini-Morton scurried over to pick it up with a series of concerned beeps, but Karla barely noticed.
Anger and planning would come later. Right now, there was only shock and a kind of fuzzy blankness.
[Door and post open. Morton's note written by the fantastic
glacial_warlord]
She shivered as she opened it, wishing with all her might that it was a bill for the kitchen or a written tirade from Mrs. Beale and Helene both.
Inside the envelope was a single sheet of the Hall's stationary, folded over a small scrap of onionskin.
Karla,
This arrived at the Hall overnight. Geoffrey reports that a similar note appeared at the keep. Jaenelle is certain they're authentic. Stay safe. Portalocity will contact you when we've ascertained the best time to bring you home.
DO NOT COME HOME UNTIL YOU ARE CALLED.
Saetan
The cold only got sharper as she picked up the scrap of paper. Almost from a distance, she realized that her hands with shaking. From nerves or from cold, she couldn't tell.
He is claiming she is dead. Arranging meeting with warlords. Come soon.
All the breath whooshed out of her lungs and the note fluttered to the floor. Mini-Morton scurried over to pick it up with a series of concerned beeps, but Karla barely noticed.
Anger and planning would come later. Right now, there was only shock and a kind of fuzzy blankness.
[Door and post open. Morton's note written by the fantastic
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