The girl peered at it, the stone corridor leading down from the city level, to the Sacred Cave of Ibrandul. It almost appeared as she was walking into a great maw. Squinting in the darkened temple, she finally settles to aproach the closest robed figure and deliver the folded note, her eyes still wandering around as she says: "For Priestess Fuin...nelle...then."

Written on the note is: You would honor us if you were to bless us with a visit, at our humble new shop.

-Worn's Stew Place-

*a letter is sent back by way of a small child happily grasping the note in one hand and a shiny gold piece in the other*

Glad to see you so efficient. Hope the business is going well so far. You have my personal blessings already, as you know, and I will happily grant official blessings also. I will be along soon.

Darkne(this is crossed out)

May Ibrandul guide your steps until next we meet

Fuinnellethen

*sealed with the linked circles*

(OOC, will hopefully be online over the weekend at some point as my essays are almost done)