A letter tucked into a beaten leather bound tome was delivered to Verad Bellveil’s estate, with two well made knives criss-crossed on top, all held together by festive ribbons in the colors of Starlight.
“Mister Bellveil,
An odd pair of gifts, I know. I have never known you to be a man of violence, or of the blade such as these. But, they do represent a part of who you were and I want to find out more about him. Do call upon me whenever you need. It actually gives me some measure of relief to know that you are learned in these weapons, knowing the danger I have put you through.
The book, with an appropriately aged cover and blank pages within, is for you to start a new memoir. One that actually chronicals your real life, the man you truly are. I am certain I will find it much more interesting, less scandalous, and more believable than the current one in circulation. Not that I begrudge those stories, they have brought me much laughter during my times of need.
And I am still looking forward to those adventures you promised, someday.
I hope your Starlight Festivities are blessed,
~Roenâ€
“Mister Bellveil,
An odd pair of gifts, I know. I have never known you to be a man of violence, or of the blade such as these. But, they do represent a part of who you were and I want to find out more about him. Do call upon me whenever you need. It actually gives me some measure of relief to know that you are learned in these weapons, knowing the danger I have put you through.
The book, with an appropriately aged cover and blank pages within, is for you to start a new memoir. One that actually chronicals your real life, the man you truly are. I am certain I will find it much more interesting, less scandalous, and more believable than the current one in circulation. Not that I begrudge those stories, they have brought me much laughter during my times of need.
And I am still looking forward to those adventures you promised, someday.
I hope your Starlight Festivities are blessed,
~Roenâ€
