The message had come with irony and dark thoughts.

The man had been a collection of oddities for a light elf, with hook-nose and thick brow. Almost human if his ears had not been so large.

He had come with a message she knew was on its way?Sinjin had come. Sinjin had come to give her quiet words and an unsettling thought.

He is not dead. He is not dead. He is not dead. He is no?

She clutched the letter she had read over and over and over again in her scuttle toward the only Shadow Gate she was aware of at this time. Over the hill, around the bend, to the Manor she did go?

She read the letter again and snarled. There was nothing between the lines to give her any peace to the answers she wished to know.

He is not dead. He is not dead. He is not dead. He is not allowed to be dead.

There were things in this world that would not be ready for the appearance of golden eyed drow burning a path through the entire manor and demanding things she had not touched for the past year.

Rhilshen had called, however. And Suliss?urn would answer.