Everlaen:Story:A Mysterious Meeting

The 16th of Kythorn, Year of the Staff

A strange message
Lorathon walked the path away from the Druid's grove. He was going over in his mind what he would say to Coren's father, a meeting he was dreading, considering his history with Coren. They had always been at odds, and tales of their contention were almost legendary, although there was always an undercurrent of respect between them in ragards to their prowess. Suddenly a noise caused his head to snap up, making his hand dart toward his sword. The young messenger before him gave a startled yelp of dismay and Lorathon realized he was in a stance, his body turned to offer only his profile, allowing him to use a draw-cut that could spilt his attackers knee or lop off his head with equal ease. He broke out in a cold sweat, not realizing that he was so lost in his own thoughts that he really could have hurt the poor boy by reflex alone. He slid the half-drawn blade back into its sheath and eased his hands out to his sides, apoligizing. After a bit of coaxing, the boy regained his composure and Lorathon gave him a winning smile as he tousled the boys hair. The boy handed him a folded parchment sealed with a blob of wax with no mark upon it and he gave the boy three gold peices. Marveling at the exorbitant tip, the boy thanked him and quickly sped off the way he came while Lorathon opened the message. "By the fountains at noon." Was all it said.

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