The mail made him chuckle. This Sultansworn was proving to be more entertainment than his brother ever could be, nor the drones at the Quicksand. If they knew how he loathed them they'd have his head just for that alone. He muttered to himself as he drafted his own reply. "'Has born fruit....' Ha! Fruit of a poisoned tree my dear Sergeant."
Wrapping up he note, he walked and delivered it, looking sidelong down the street past the ridiculous dancers that seemed to thrive outside the Quicksand and to the large walls of the city. Perhaps he would find something to keep his mind occupied soon.
Nono walked back toward the Steps of Thal, wanting some solitude prior to meeting with the lovely Sergeant. He was truly curious what she'd found.
His note read:
Sergeant Crofte,
I am receipt of your letter. Perhaps we should meet at the same location as before in one sun. I pray we still have time to save the city.
Krell
Wrapping up he note, he walked and delivered it, looking sidelong down the street past the ridiculous dancers that seemed to thrive outside the Quicksand and to the large walls of the city. Perhaps he would find something to keep his mind occupied soon.
Nono walked back toward the Steps of Thal, wanting some solitude prior to meeting with the lovely Sergeant. He was truly curious what she'd found.
His note read:
Sergeant Crofte,
I am receipt of your letter. Perhaps we should meet at the same location as before in one sun. I pray we still have time to save the city.
Krell
