As morning reared itself to the land of Rhydin...all seemed well in the world. A yawning sun was peering through the clouds and the peaceful sound of serenity was abundant.
Yet again.....something was out of place here. Near the doorway to the beautifully constructed villa of one Jewell Ravenlock, there rested a lovely little package.
The wrapping was quite similar to another lone gift left in the Marketplace, which was addressed to one Lord Brian Ravenlock.
This box, a muted ivory color, was also prepared nicely with a tight crimson bow. A small, folded card was attached to the box with simple ribbon. Scrawled in green ink, with an unsteady hand, it read: ?To Lady Jewell Ravenlock, a close and esteemed friend of the Scathachian Nation?
Yet again.....something was out of place here. Near the doorway to the beautifully constructed villa of one Jewell Ravenlock, there rested a lovely little package.
The wrapping was quite similar to another lone gift left in the Marketplace, which was addressed to one Lord Brian Ravenlock.
This box, a muted ivory color, was also prepared nicely with a tight crimson bow. A small, folded card was attached to the box with simple ribbon. Scrawled in green ink, with an unsteady hand, it read: ?To Lady Jewell Ravenlock, a close and esteemed friend of the Scathachian Nation?