[IC] A Bladesinger's Return

The elven male who disappeared rather suddenly makes his way through the reconstructed entrance of Myth Drannor. He speaks no words nor does he attempt to make any conversation. With his hand clenching around a small stack of parchment he hands them out to a select group of Akh'Velahr and council members, Vincent, Karovir, Aryune, and Wendal. If anyone tries to bring up anything about Silphie to him, he simply raises his hand towards them and tells them "I know" before moving along.

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If you're reading this then that means that I have failed in my task and was proven wrong in my ways. I have done questionable things and even pushed these unorthodox methods above the way of Myth Drannor, seeing how things ended up everything that was done was for exactly nothing. In simple words, you were right and I was wrong but even words written down on this letter won't do anything as actions speak louder than mere words. I'll be awaiting trial, jailtime and/or community service under the law that I have forsaken. I expect no pity nor remorse. I'll be waiting at the Royal Oak once you need me to bring myself in. I won't hide nor run I shall be waiting.

El'Tael Seaniros Auvreaettln