A diminutive parcel arrives for Madesi, carried by what is likely a rather familiar messenger dove. Dropping the parcel into her lap, the dove perches on her shoulder, nuzzling into her hair and seeming quite reluctant to leave. The parcel is meticulously wrapped, as one would expect of the careful hands that had worked upon it, and has been finished with a white silk bow edged with the most curious black pattern. Upon opening the package, it is revealed that the contents are a set of pan pipes, elegantly written sheet music, what appears to be an instruction list and a letter.Â
Dearest Madesi,
If you are reading this message, then I must express my utmost regret in having to inform you that the deed has been done. While it greatly pains me that our final parting was on less than positive terms, I sincerely hope that, in time, you will be able to forgive me for my actions. It was essential that I complied with the laws of the Chantry that bind me, as a Knight-Paladin of Auri-El - No matter how regretful the outcome, I would not see such legislation discarded simply because it was convenient or beneficial for me to do so. Contained within this parcel is a set of pan pipes I crafted, along with a deeply personal composition that reminds me of you. Consider it a gift from the heart, if you will, for I could not take such things to the grave without you knowing of them. There is a set of instructions included, should you need help with reading the sheet music I have written. Though it is true that I can no longer sing that special melody to you, as much as I would have liked to in life, I hope that you will find comfort in hearing it being played after I have gone. With the fondest of affection, Gelebor
Madesi looked at the dove, a joyous smile growing on her face, though it faded when the bird perched on her shoulder and nestled into her dark hair.
"That's not like you..." she said to the bird with some worry, looking at the package with reservation. She swallowed the sudden lump that grew in her throat and looked around frantically, red eyes darting across every corner of the room, ensuring that she was alone.
Her eyes found the pan pipes first, and she could already feel the tears welling up in her eyes. The gentle Dunmer blinked back the wet as best as she could, though once she began to read the letter, her hand covered her mouth and the tears began to fall.
"No... Gelebor... No..." she wept, shaking her head back and forth as if this were some nightmare she would wake from. She read the words once... twice over... each time the tears falling hastily down her ashen cheeks.
The wail of a broken heart echoed through the empty halls.
