Nono looked at the two notes and chuckled. "Two eager folks. So quick to save the world that they replied the same day. Poor little Ruru."
He stood in his room and jotted two response notes to send back. The first read as follows:
Sergeant Crofte,
It would by an honor to meet with you. I am only concerned with the safety of this city and its citizens. In one sun, near the Thaumaturge Guild, as the sun sets. Come alone, armed if you will. There will be no tricks, I assure you.
Krell
The second note read:
Lord Castille,
Thank for the rapid reply. I would be honored to meet with you. I am only concerned for the danger my old friend has seemingly placed himself in. We shall meet. In one sun, near the Mining guild, as the sun rises. Come alone, armed if you will. I will be unarmed and alone.
Krell
He put the inkpen down and laughed as he viewed both notes. Nono was playing a dangerous game, but was it any less dangerous than when he'd killed the Garleans in their own outpost? He'd heard enough of the buzz in the Quicksand to know that there were cracks in the Sultansworn. Maybe he could use this Ruru problem to exacerbate those cracks. After all. Why not have a bit of fun while he worked to ruin his little brother?Â
He sent the letters off with a slight giggle limping back to the Quicksand.
He stood in his room and jotted two response notes to send back. The first read as follows:
Sergeant Crofte,
It would by an honor to meet with you. I am only concerned with the safety of this city and its citizens. In one sun, near the Thaumaturge Guild, as the sun sets. Come alone, armed if you will. There will be no tricks, I assure you.
Krell
The second note read:
Lord Castille,
Thank for the rapid reply. I would be honored to meet with you. I am only concerned for the danger my old friend has seemingly placed himself in. We shall meet. In one sun, near the Mining guild, as the sun rises. Come alone, armed if you will. I will be unarmed and alone.
Krell
He put the inkpen down and laughed as he viewed both notes. Nono was playing a dangerous game, but was it any less dangerous than when he'd killed the Garleans in their own outpost? He'd heard enough of the buzz in the Quicksand to know that there were cracks in the Sultansworn. Maybe he could use this Ruru problem to exacerbate those cracks. After all. Why not have a bit of fun while he worked to ruin his little brother?Â
He sent the letters off with a slight giggle limping back to the Quicksand.
