A Disturbing Letter|Ekaitz

[Kender Bard]

A wind type approaches Ekaitz, cheerfully oblivious to the nature of the lions' den he was entering, scroll in hand and looking around.

[Northen Light36]

Sombra watches the wind stroll boldly into the town and laughes, touching her signs to create flurry of sparks around the man. "You're either very brave, very stupid or just plain suicidal to walk into a town of true Storms, weakling."

[Kender Bard]

The man, jumps, startled and looks at the sparks nervously. "I was sent to deliver a message to the man called Mathew."

[Northen Light36]

"You'll be doing more for him then delivering a message," Sombra sneers, firing a lightning bolt at the messenger.

[Kender Bard]

Fried, the man drops to the ground, unconscious.

[Northen Light36]

Having a couple of slaves take the messenger to a holding cell, Sombra picks up the scroll and takes it to Mathew. "Some fool sent this to you with a Wind, my lord," she annouces to Mathew, sweetly. "I had the messenger taken care of and, despite it's probable pointlessness, I brought the message to you. Sir, when you're free might we have a word?"

"Very well, Sombra," Mathew replies, opening the scroll and reading.

[Kender Bard]

Mathew,

I regret to inform you that your time in ruling over that backwoods Storm place is coming to a close. While I will allow you to remain in your seat of power as a figurehead, I must ask you to succeed rulership of your slaver village to me. Since it would be imprudent of me to reveal my nature at this time, I will have spies posted outside of your current location. I will give you a week to get your affairs into order for this shift in power, and then you must place two white flags outside of your residence. My spies will confirm these sightings. If you do as asked, then I will send a messenger to pick up a five thousand coin donation of charity, after which time I will be sending an liege lord to act in my stead.

If you do not comply with these instructions, a series of violent and bloody confrontations will arise, starting with random peasants and working up to the assassination of your loved ones, and finally - if necessary - you.

Have a nice day.

[Northen Light36]

Mathew snorts and crumples the letter up before tossing it away. "Someone wants me to hand over Ekaitz and pay them five thousand coins or they'll kill my family," he laughs and Sombra smirks.

"Isn't your only family that traitor?"

"Yes, and if they kill the boy I'll thank them for saving me some time," Mathew laughs. "Now, on to important matters. What was it you wished to speak to me about?" Now Sombra looks serious.

"A marriage of allience," she tells him. "You need a Heir, I need my linage to continue. We both come from good families and we're in the same situation. I see no reason not to solve both our problems." Mathew frowns thoughtfully, looking Sombra over. She's an attractive enough woman, and pureblood. And there's no shame in an arranged match, not when the mother is likely to produce good, strong children.

"I find no reason to disagree," he tells Sombra. "We'll arrange the match as soon as a preist can be found." Sombra nods, satisfied with how smoothly business has gone.