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[Willow Smythe]

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She didn't have to walk three steps into the town of Jhelom before she realized something was amiss. Townsfolk came and rushed her, apparently angry at the newest destruction.

"They came in, on horses!"

"My Door is in pieces! "

"...Didn't even think about opening it with a knob..."

"TWICE IN ONE MONTH"

"But the chickens...."

Willow didn't need to ask who, or why, the answers were abundantly clear.


"I will take care of this.....again. At least the days are warmer, freezing isn't an issue" She offered to try and placate the crowds.

Willow shut herself in the Hand of Death. Immediately she pulled out four pieces of parchment, a bottle of in and a quill. She began to pen the necessary letter.



Dear Jolicia,
I hope this letter finds you well. It pains me to ask this of you again, but could we borrow your carpenter once more? I apologize as I am sure he only just returned. We can pay double and offer him FREE LABOR. *Free Labor heavily underlined and bold* It seems that every time someone comes into town, our townsfolk loose their doors. We will compensate you if this inconveniences you in any way. My deepest apologies again.


Thank you every so much,
Willow Smythe
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Malorn ‎(12:14 AM):
I'm an idiot

[Jolicia]

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Dear Willow,

I am doing well, thank you.

I'm sorry to here that you are having some more issues with doors. I'll send word to Jezabel to head your direction as soon as possible.

Jolicia