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DarkScribe looks at the letter with interest, not so much at the words which are already well placed, but at the curves of the signature and other key elements to prove its' authenticity. He then responds,

"Well, ye speak truth..."

Silence is heard for awhile and the little man grows uneasy, then suddenly the aged building's doors open slightly revealing the darkness within. There is only sufficient light from dimly lit candles to show a path leading inside the forsaken place. You see your letter on the floor, folded neathly.

"Come in..."

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Strides forward and picks the letter up in passing. Holds the letter out for the small man to take.

It is for you...not me I am to be present when ye open it.

Looks onward more then a bit dissatisfied with his present location.

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"It serves no purpose for me", says DarkScribe as he heads deeper into the monastery's darkness.

The door closes harshly, as if it were... on its own strength to do so. The embattled monastery is deathly dark, save for a couple of candles here and there it is very difficult for anyone to positively see. In fact, you desperately fear that you can hardly see what is in front of you.

The DarkScribe says from somewhere in the darkness, "What have ye need of?"

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"Ye may have no need of opening it but if ye do not then I must return it, with out payment.", scowls deeply at that thought. "Unless of course you are willing to make that payment or send reason back for your refusal."

"As for the rest The formal business must be completed first." Pauses for a moment.

"For me I do seek some guidance on a more personal task, that might or might not be related to this note.", waits to see the response before saying more.

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"I am not one for long distance messages sent by short angry men in the deep dark night, I have read it, let it suffice."

After what seems to be a long pause...

"Problems can usually be solved, but not without the substance man enjoys the most in his purse."

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Frowning slightly as he knows he needs this payment promised by the Crier. Thoughtfully "I see ... If you have no response for the crier then could you place you seal back on this same message that I can tern it and he shall know it was read by you?".

Pausing a moment to gather thoughts. A slow careful voice begins to speak, " I have traveled a long distance and have a much greater one to go. I seek an object with was removed from mine fathers hands."

Watching your reactions the short man continues in a manner most would deem unnatural for him. All that is except his father. "If I give you an item from the one who has that which I seek would you be able to better direct me in my search?", pausing a bit and sees it might just be possible. He continues, "I am not am man with out means." pats his pocket meaning fully, then adds "Though not one any alive has crossed." Smiles meaningfully.

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After a long silence the little man thought he was speaking in the direction of the dark figure only to discover the hooded being is in another direction on the other side of the monestary.

"Go on... I am listening..."

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Knowing he is not easily deceived, yet that worm of a man has just done so. Looking somewhat down he turns slightly so as to expose the most of the area he can to be within his sight.

From a pocket inside his trousers he pulls a small pouch and opens it enough to expose the contents a ring roughly the size of a large mans wrist. One side can clearly be seen a finger print etched into it, and what maybe be burnt skin. The other side appears to be melted and has a gap in it.

"I seek the one to whom this belongs.", He watches the mans face closely as he will have to get close enough to see it in its details. Quickly adding, "I would be careful as to touch it may not be entirely wise."