Life and Death
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In the mailbox of the Fae Touched, a receptacle from an age that refuses to die sits inside a sliver of living history from an even older era of physical mail. It is a handwritten letter addressed to the Brothel Madam Shesta Dilandau, stamped with a wax seal.
The message inside is penned in fine calligraphy cursive, although a shake to some of the strokes suggests the author that penned it is rusty with the craft of writing a professional letter.
Dear Madam Shesta,
You are a busy woman, if half of what your reputation shares is true then I'd rather not insult you by wasting your time with formal niceties.
I am an undead being. When we meet, if we are to meet, it may not seem this way at first, but know my current form was was only made possible through necromancy, albeit in an.. unconventional manner. You are a priestess, yes, but it is my hope that your academic inclination will outweigh any superfluous religious bias you may have against my origin.
I propose to you a trade. I am currently in the process of developing a cure from a damnable angel's attack on me, one that normal castigation cannot heal. If you were to consult me on my theory and provide your own expertise in healing and angelic magic, I would be willing to submit to a study. Not only is my full knowledge on witchcraft available to you, but the magic that made my current form possible is unlike any specimen you have examined before, and i would bet my reputation on that. Please mail back any interest to the post office listed as the return address.
Whether you do or do not accept my offer, I would ask you the courtesy of keeping my name and letter to you a secret. Discretion is one of the core tenants of your business, isn't it?
The Guardian of the Grove,
Vik Deline