when the heaven’s divide: The one who got away
The parchment was simply wrapped with red ribbon and sealed by wax of the same color. It was meant really only for the eyes of one particularly disgruntled man. An elf on top of that. The messenger cared not where it had to be delivered, considering that its destination was still within the city,…
The mage gave the man a frown, as if asking for such a high ranking official was against the law, before directing his attention over to the Templar Hall, where The First Enchanter no doubt sat within the confines of his office, scribbling away at paperwork of various importance.
Nodding his thanks, he turned his back to the mage and looked up to the ceiling, without much of an incline of his head. Really, out of all the places to send someone. Shaking his head, he followed the directions given to him and headed straight to the office, where a few knocks actually cracked open the door, enough for the messenger to peer in. “First Enchanter?” He spoke up to make sure that the man within was not caught unawares.
“A message for you, they asked it be delivered to you only." Because honestly, he wanted to drop this at the door instead of wearing the perfume. "If you do not mind, may I come in?” The parchment was seen between the doorway and soon the rest of his body followed suit.