“Hello,” she said, staring at the bird. With another chirp it lifted its leg, offering the canister. She raised a bemused eyebrow and glanced at Thorion. “Should I take it?”
“I think so,” he replied. “He clearly wants you to have it.”
Her first instinct was to be suspicious—but she reasoned that if an enemy was trying to reach her, they wouldn’t do it with a messenger bird. They’d most likely do it with an army of shadowbeasts.
Keriya approached the bird cautiously and undid the clasp on the canister. There was a single parchment paper within. As soon as she had it in her grasp, the bird took off.
“I don’t believe it—it’s from Roxanne!” she exclaimed as she unrolled the paper and saw familiar runes. It was like a leaden weight had lifted from her heart. Even the dismal nature of the me
