Unhappy Homecoming|Clan Fira, Naurorod

[Northen Light36]

Damien walks sadly into his hut, alone. Sitting down besides his niece's bed, Damien covers his face and grieves. "What can I do?" he whispers. "I don't even know who took her..."

[aivea]

A messanger from Mirza makes his way to Damien's hut and knocks on the door.

"I have a letter regarding Ann for Damien. Let me in."

[Northen Light36]

Damien yanks his door open and points his spear at the messager's throat. "WHERE IS MY NIECE?!" he bellows, his eyes burning with rage.

[aivea]

"E-easy there... I don't know where she is but this letter might say where or how to get her back," the messenger stammers, clearly terrified.

[Northen Light36]

Still keeping his spear point pressed to the messanger's throat, Damien snatches the letter and opens it. "Don't move," he warns the messenger, before starting to read the letter.

[aivea]

The messanger doesn't move, mostly due to fear.

The letter is written in neat, though jagged, handwritting and reads:
My dear Damien,
I hope this letter reaches you promptly and with you in good health. Yes, I do indeed have your neice and I think I should waste no more paper with greetings. If you want little Ann to live, you will come to me and do exactly as I say. So, are you willing to prompt me to kill your neice or will you help me? But you must tell me yourself. I will be in Ilyamen and I will make sure I can be found then. Bear in mind when you go to see me, even the smallest scratch or burn on me will lead to Ann's death at the hands of my comrades.
Warmest regards,
Mirza

[Northen Light36]

His eyes blazing, Damien glares at the messanger. "You don't know where my niece is, so you're of no use to me," he snarls. "And I should spear you here and now, but I don't have the time. Get out of my sight, and don't return to the man who gave this too you. If I see you again, what I did to Lacuna will seem gentle compared to your fate."

[aivea]

The messenger gulps and nods, sprinting out of sight before Damien could change his mind.

[Kender Bard]

Watching the messenger leave, Charanth's own messenger scratches his head quizzically then shrugs, approaching Damien's home. "Honored Leader?"

[Northen Light36]

"What is it?!" snaps Damien, never taking his eyes off of Mirza's mocking letter. The edges of the paper are starting to burn from the sheer force of the three-sign's rage.

[Kender Bard]

The messenger's eyes widen slightly. Now I see why that guy ran off! Coughing to give a few moments to compose his nerves. "Elder Charanth requests to see you, but if it's a bad time, I'm sure he'll understand."

[Northen Light36]

Damien takes a deep breath to calm himself and growls, "There isn't a good time right now, but I do need to speak to Charanth." Gathering his traveling things again and stuffing the letter into his pack, Damien adds, "Very well. I assume Charanth is at Clan Char?" Without even waiting for a reply, Damien strides out of his hut and heads for Char.

[Kender Bard]

"Yes sir!" the scout calls after. He'd go with him but he's tired out from his run and planned on staying the night in the clan. Wishing his Elder luck in dealing with an angry Leader, the scout walks off to rest his feet.