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[Lady LaBelle]

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The work had gone unfinished for several days past. LaBelle's hand fervently took flight across the parchment. Small droplets of ink graced her robes, as they had not before in her usual delicate pen-stroke. The paladin woman set back in her hard chair, waving her hand gently above the wet ink. As it dried she peered momentarily at her slightly poor penmanship…"Scribes are adept, it will be interpreted, " said she to none other than herself.

Once the parchment had dried, carefully furled and tucked into a clean robe; LaBelle set off for the sandstone pillars of Luna. The way much the same, the bridge across the open abyss as magnificent a sight as ever. She ascended the stairs, their sands crumbling in places, and proceeded to the door where she knew a scribe to be at work most oft. Pressing the door ajar, she called, " Scribe! I bid you reproduce these scrolls, and see that they are sent one each to the cities." With that she dropped a small gold satchel to his hand along with the scrolls, turned on her heals and departed…


These scrolls slowly circulate, from city upon city until many have seen them; in the hands of laymen, on shelves of libraries, and in the desks of a few nobles can they be found.