The parchment was filled with writing that was elegantly done with a quill and ink from a hand that was not hurried to finish. It reads like so..
Dear First Enchanter,
I really do hope this letter finds its way to your desk, would be rather embarrassing if another got a hold of it. I could only imagine their face upon smelling the paper. I made sure to make it appear as something a lover would write to the one who holds her heart. But you perhaps thought the same thing, didn’t you.. Oh how I wish to see your face become flustered with the thought.
But I digress, I wished to inform you that I was able to free myself from the confines that held me. You will find no corpse awaiting you, so if you had worried before, cast them aside, as I have told you before. I am still here, however, unable to truly leave just yet. Worry not, I will make sure not to come across another knight for the time remaining - but if I do, it was purposely done so I could see your grumpy face once more.
The risks a girl takes.
Be well, perhaps we will have words before I part.
Forever thankful,
Your favorite red-head.
The opening paragraph brought the first tints of embarrassment to his cheeks, though it quickly faded as he read on, his indifferent line of a mouth slowly widening into a relieved smile as he finished the rest of the letter. Relief for her safety washed over him and he relaxed in his chair for a moment.
He felt the urge to return her letter with one of his own, but he hadn’t a clue where she was, or who he could send without it raising suspicions he truly did not need. Ah, but he was very happy to hear the little spit-fire had survived the caverns and was alive and well.
There was again, a knock on the door, and once again, a head popped in without waiting if he was welcomed inside. He raised his brows a bit, “Many pardons, but, is there a way you can possibly direct me to .. a place to relieve myself? I tried to ask one of these mages but seems they are repelling this blasted perfume,” he wrinkled his nose and placed a nose to his sleeve, “Maker.. ” a breath managed to mutter out loud.
Upon raising his gaze, he looked at the older male’s smile and then the parchment; he put the pieces together and held a hand up, “I’ll just keep asking around, don’t worry about it. Sorry for the .. uh.. interruption.”