*A letter is left for Chell Kantalith*

Chell, I have finished writing your poem. You may rip or cut off this part and give it directly to her, or write it again yourself, in order to make it seem to be yours.

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*In elven calligraphy, with flowers and leaves intertwined, it is written*

To be an honoured Baron I was born; Fortune of birth had set my role. Yet in the haunting of my soul The eyes of despair consumèd my heart in scorn !

By Inner Evils I was torn, Of joy and hope I was forlorn.

Blessèd be the day I saw thee, Blessèd be I who saw thy grace, Thy beauty of thine elven race, Shadila, thine love set me free!

I love the deep green in thine eyes, They soothe any pain that may arise.

And in dark times of war and strife, I thought thee lost and took my life. By thine love you gave me new breath, We kissèd : our love transcends death.

Even though my days will be short, And I may not be by thine side Do not be sad- I'll still love thee.