[IC] A letter.

[kaelash]

On Merosiel's pillow rests a single, folded piece of paper. It's obviously from the pile that Kae had brought for him that first day. Inside, written in neat Thalassian, is a simple letter.

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A small, unassuming package.

[merosiel]

Upon rousing from restless, terror-filled sleep and finding the letter, Merosiel had not let it out of his sight once. He spent just as long re-reading it as the hours passed and ticked down to the final few. It had taken him a while to realize what he wanted, and longer still to work up the nerve, resolve, and energy to request Quinnt's assistance.

But when he'd watched the elf pad away briefly to deliver it to the nearest mailbox, and found his hand toying with the empty hole in his earlobe, he felt oddly soothed.

[The contents:]

A tiny, delicate bell crafted from porcelain, affixed on a chain and metal, silver stud. It's an earring, somewhat worn, and obviously antique. Priceless.

A note, simple save its shaking, unsteady penmanship, which despite being a little loose and wobbly, is just as ornate as the earring. It says:

For you. No regrets.