The bautiful half-elf turned her head a little and kissed Camille. "Complications..."<br/><br/>She threw the letter on the bed and turned around, putting her arms around Camille. "Actually, there is." Eniija looked apologetic, hating to burden someone else with her problem. "I have to leave. Soon. There is a boat heading out with the tide; Mystic Merman. It'll take me to Chavana Isle. " Eniija kissed Camille again. The half-elf was still all nude.<br/><br/>"But I have this package that should be delivered at the Golden Prospect. It's a wayside Inn just south of the city. A day's march, or half that by horse. Is there any chance...? I mean, I can't send anyone else. It's something very valuable."<br/>