I could really use some counsellin, Flame, I am miserable and depressed all the time.

-San, Pissing Crone

An elegantly written reply is swiftly delivered to the Crone for San by hand, smelling faintly of a sweet underdark flora.

Dearest San,

Fret not my sweet, I shall endeavor to find you and relieve your suffering in a most expeditious fashion.

The Flame

The letter is sealed with a waxy imprint of a woman's lips.