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[Mallory Ventrue]

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Mallory looked up at the sky from her position in her garden. The clouds were always lovely this time of year. Against the pale blue sky of summer, they looked like the softest spun cotton. She smiled as she closed her eyes briefly and allowed the sun to warm her face. It seemed that times like these were becoming more and more rare. Time for her to get lost in her own thoughts and dreams, those that most often held the face of a certain gentleman.

She sensed some movement behind her and her eyes sprang open. A messenger stood there looking sheepish for interrupting her from her solitude and apologized for startling her. Mallory smiled warmly and walked over to welcome the young messenger. She sent him inside to the kitchen to find some fresh cookies that had just been made. She returned to the garden and her heart leapt when she recognized the writing. She quickly opened the envelope and read over it. At his tender words she smiled and knew she had nothing to worry about. She had been worried that perhaps the other night was nothing more than a dream, and perhaps it was only the drink speaking for Smiticles. She was worried that perhaps she was losing her heart to someone too quickly.

She hurried into the house and made her way to the study where she pulled a fresh piece of parchement from the pile on the desk. She sat down and began a reply...



My Dearest Smiticles,


She looked at the first line and smiles softly. Yes... he was hers and she was his. Could this really all be happening?? Did she dare believe that love and happiness had found its way to her? She continued writing...


I hope that this finds you well and in good spirits. I write this letter with a most joyful heart. Please do not apologize for things that have come and gone, for I know no one that can undo the things that have already been done. You have no need to worry, for I know that your heart and your mind were troubled. I would expect nothing less from a monk or saint had he been in your recent situation. I only pray that you will find comfort and peace.

Do I dare ask the state of being of our dear friend Brianha? I had so hoped to hear good new from either herself or from Claudette. Alas, I was unable to attend a meeting and have not heard news since then. I have heard that no news is sometimes good news, and I pray to the Virtues that this may be the case.

And what of our friend Max Van Pelt? Has he come to his senses as well? I have no doubt that that drow woman has poisoned his mind as well. How else could a man leave those he knows as family and those that know and love him as well? I will never understand how there are those that live only to bring pain and unhappiness to everyone and everything around them.

Thank you for the beautiful words you have sent to me. They have most definately warmed my heart. I also look forward to our future time together and do hope that it will not be far off in the future.

Until we meet again, may you be safe and protected.


She paused a moment pondering on how to sign the note. She bit her bottom lip and thought.. With love... Yours truly... All my love...

After a few moments she penned...


In Virtue and Love, yours truly,
Mallory Rowdep


She blew upon the ink to help it dry more quickly. She sealed the letter and wrote Smiticles' name on the front and went in search of the messenger.
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[Smiticles]

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Dearest Mallory;

Your letter does in deed find me well and I can not help but be in good spirits knowing that I am in your thoughts as you are in mine. Over the last few days I have indeed worked diligently to set my mind at peace and you have been a great source of my comfort.

I wish I could lend more information as to the status of our friend, Brianha, but alas I cannot. You see, my darling, I had grown very tired of wallowing in my own self-pity and decided to take to the road. In the past I would travel great distances in service to the Adventurer’s League of Vesper. Acting as a scout, I would travel far and wide in search of that next great adventure or glorious journey for the sake of the guild. *Smiticles pauses in writing, ever so briefly, to ponder on the many times he and his once good friend Max made these ventures together* I always found great solace in my travels and felt it was time for a small sabbatical.

In case you are wondering, I did not really go anywhere in particular. I simply stepped outside and started walking. If pressed I could hardly surmise where I had gone or where I had been. I simply went. Eventually I turned right about on my heals and headed back home. As I thought it would, the walk suited me well and I am feeling much more like myself again.

So you see I have not been in Riverrun for the last few days and I have also been unable to make contact with Claudette to be brought up to date on our friend’s condition. As far as Max goes, as much as it pains me to say, I am washing my hands of him at this time. You are right, his mind has been poisoned by that drow women and he is not the man I have know for most of my life. I must say though, as long as Brianha’s condition remains, she must be my ultimate concern, not Max. Do I hope he comes around to his senses? I really do, but, there are many more pressing needs at this time. For now, let’s not speak of him any more.

I wish you would not fret about him either. It is inconceivable that there are those whose only goals are to bring pain and anguish to the world. Unfortunately they exist and I have seen my unfair share of them over the years. I want you to think on one small victory that we have already achieved over this women’s darkness. In her attempt to bring pain and suffering to my guild and my friends a new friendship based on mutual admiration and affection has blossomed. In such a short and surprising time I have grown quite fond of you and I feel you have of me as well. She has unwittingly spawned love from the hate she transmits. My father once taught me a great lesson. One should not be upset when the forest is ravaged by fire for nature and life has great strength. From the ashes of a charred and broken earth beauty begins anew. From the remains of such destruction life springs forth, hearty, glorious and more beautiful than ever. *Smiticles smiles and laughs at his rambling and decides to wrap up his letter*

I’m sorry if I ramble on. You are very much correct when you called me a passionate man. I am. I look forward to seeing you once again. I know we will be together and working closely to help Brianha but I want to assure you that our friendship will not end there. Spending time with you in friendship and fun is very much on my mind. I hope, even, we may have chance to travel together, just the two of us, on a simple aimless walk through the woods.

With love,
Smiticles

Reading over the letter once or twice and feeling satisfied, Smiticles made his way to the window and hollered for one of his many Gypsy friends who make Riverrun their home. The gypsy’s make fantastic messengers for a just a modest amount of gold and these particular friends of the forest can be trusted with his correspondence to his new found love.