A dried parchment is tightly rolled up and held together with a small string of hemp.
The three travelers camp out of sight.
Eirallyn was eating breakfast when Nelnardis returned from her early morning walk around Mirobel. There was nothing out of the ordinary, though she noted the clear skies and forgotten beauty of the view.
“Good morning, Eira,”
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