Sil chuckled once, a girlish excited titter before she bounced out of the room.  She was gone just long enough for Ylene to ponder what might be in the letter before she came back with a grin on her face.  Sure enough, the stylized symbol of Bahamut on a shield was pressed into the wax which sealed the letter.  It was the high lord protector's seal, and while it would be easy to duplicate, doing so was considered a crime in Laelith, one not worth attempting.<br/><br/>The letter was simple, and there was something to be said for the sporadic words on the paper, almost as if the message might be in how terse the letter was itself.  As a lawful good paladin of Bahamut, High Lord Protector Restisesk Mettlerak was not known for her brevity in any way.  Moreso jokes told in taverns and behind whispered hands were in line with her love of long rambling speeches and addresses.  It read very simply;<br/><br/>"Lirdylene Teken'urden,<br/>I have a task that would be suited to your talents.  Please contact Commander Rekterinias at the town hall if you are interested.  More details can be given in person.<br/>-Always faithful to the glory of Bahamut,<br/>-High Lord Protector Restisesk Mettlerak"<br/><br/><br/>Sil leaned over Ylene's shoulder and read the words, "Now that's cryptic."  She stated.  Then she slid into the bathtub with the drow, "and as for my punishment miss?"  The slight glint in her eye broke the illusion of apology she wore on her face.  She knew what she was doing.<br/>