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Post by Delisha Zrazorian on Oct 4, 2009 6:54:30 GMT -5
*Pinned to Sayuri’s front door in Peridotia, with a small boot-dagger, is the following note:*
Greetings… Your Holiness, We are two lowly natives of Talus who have unfortunately, and through no fault of our own, fallen upon hard and desperate times… My poor brother Zack done got hurt fighting for the King and now his mind is gone and he can’t work no more. I make a few coppers singing… but the job ain’t steady enough to get us by… yet.
Sadly, we done used up our savings and now can no longer afford our tiny room at the Inn, and have spent the last few nights outside in the rain and cold.
Yesterday, one of the Town Guards told us that you and your kind strive to help the poor unfortunate here on this backwater world of Talus.
We beseech you, as nature born citizens of Talus, please offer us some aid; we are in dire need of a room in which to stay while searching for honest, gainful employment.
Surely, within your big, fancy estate, you must have one small room we could use until we get our feet back on the ground.
Humbly Yours, Delisha Zrazorian
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HC Sayuri
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"Under one Holy Sigil we are joined, for the Honor of the Crown, and the Crusade of Good!"
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Post by HC Sayuri on Aug 28, 2010 1:13:34 GMT -5
Wow, I need to get home more often.....and fire my messaging service.
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