24 January 2019 | Riga | 1250

Riga had left the chamber of the head of the Thronehold twelve after delivering some information he felt was important. He was given a chance to breathe after his time in the Mournlands, a time to reflect. The warlock would head back to his room and toss his book upon his bed. Riga would walk across his room and place the glowing purple orb upon his desk and sit down. The male would let out a sigh before taking out a few pieces of paper, an ink well, and a quill. The male would start writing a letter to the one known as Estrella asking for a meeting with him and that he had a proposal for her, the arms master had his reasons for writing this letter but he kept those to himself. Upon finishing the letter he would roll up the letter and seal it with a wax stamp. The male would rise again and open the door to his room and wave down one of the attendants. "Please have delivered this to the paladin who served Oliver, the one who goes by the one named Estrella." After the letter was relinquished he would return to his desk and pull another piece of paper. The male would slump over upon his arms and stare at the swirling orb thinking of what to write. Even though he was here away from all the fighting he had a lot on his mind, things that weighed down on him heavily. Once he gathered what was on his mind he would sit up and take up the quill and start writing. My dearest Lyrina, It's been a while. I wanted to write to you to let you know that I am alive and well. I hope that you have been well since our last meeting. Should we meet again which I hope that we do, I have more stories to tell you. I've been traveling the Mournalnds quite often and it's been taking its toll on me. I'm currently back at the Thronehold Twelve dealing with matters. A lot has changed my little shadow, as much as it pains me to say you might not see the same undying light you once knew. That light may be extinguished forever, the end is near. What end though I am unsure, be it the war or something else I do not know. But know the fight will soon be over. If I do not return from the next few fights know that I fought to protect Eberron, the people, and especially you. Even if everything goes smoothly there is a lot I must attend to after the war where my presence may be scarce and I'll be tried with likely as difficult things as this war that could cost me a lot. I will try my hardest to see you again but again I can make no promises my dearest Lyrina. I do hope that the money has been keeping you comfortable and well fed. I do not know if you needed it or not but I have left some money in your name in Karnath at check at the main banking establishment and there you will find it should you need it. Please stay safe as I do wish to see your beautiful face once more. - Sincerely Riga.

The warlock would take a deep breath before rolling up the parchment and taking that same wax seal and stamping the letter shut. Again he would rise from his desk and move to his bedroom door to flag down the attendant who had returned from delivering the first letter. "Ahh sorry to keep you so busy. I have another for you to deliver. Please send this one off to Lyrina Thiel." The locations was given to the attendant who nodded and hurried off again to have the letter dispatched to the recipient. The warlock would pivot and return to his desk and collect his orb then to his bed to pick up the large book he always carried. To the library he would go to continue his readings of all the books he had found and possibly to have a few questions answered about the additions to his growing collection of bound paper. Shit I should have asked about the spell book when I last saw the traveler... well maybe I'll ask when I talk to them next time I still need to bring up the one matter with what was asked of me last time... Riga would spend hours flipping through countless pages of the books he had found in fort bright giving him more insight on things he never knew before. Riga was trying to keep himself in check of his old habits even though that one book did cross his mind a few times. The risk itself was too great but it could possibly used in a last ditch effort if things went south in the next few battles. After what felt like hours the male would look for one of the librarians and ask a few questions about the incomplete spell book and inquire about the locations he had mapped out to see if there was any information of anyone obtaining relics from those locations. Regardless of those answers he got he would set out to go find nourishment, it had grown later than he realized. Leaving the library the warlock would shuffle off to the nearest eatery and have himself a sit down in a corner away from everyone else be it alone. The food was quickly brought to him and he would start at it right away while it was warm, he was unsure when he would be called back on to the field again but he was going to make sure he got at least one decent meal in before he was back out in that dreaded waste. After the male had finished his meal he would leave a tip at the table and then pay for the meal. Much better than the rations and stuff at the camps... Riga would retreat back to the castle then back into his room to get a small rest in. Wait I have a more letters I need to send... The male would sit himself back down at his desk and start scribbling down on a few parchments addressed to his recruits. Vanimelda, Lyren, Daphne, I'll be returning soon from the Thronehold twelve I've heard that the mission was a success without me though I do not know the full details I hope to hear about it when I return. -Arms master Riga." With that the male would roll up each letter and have it sealed with a wax stamp before walking over to his door yet again and waving down the attendant. "I have a few more letters for you to have delivered. Have these sent off to Kalazart My recruits usually travel together and I think they were there last I remember. If they aren't I'm sure the one managing the courier will get them off in the right direction if they aren't." The attendant would nod and start to turn before being stopped by Riga one last time. "Here, for your hard work." The warlock would reach into his pouch and pull out a few gold coins and hand it to the attendant before he hurried off to deliver the letters. With that Riga would tidy up his desk putting away his quill and well before passing out.