Over the sound of the tolling bells, The Storyteller's ears barely just managed to catch the sound of the mail slot on the study's door opening long enough to produce a letter before snapping shut. The Storyteller waited until the bells of the grandfather clock had finished tolling before bringing the letter to his hand with a pull lesser item spell. The Storyteller read the address that the letter had been sent to and smiled. The Storyteller recognized the handwriting and the oddly specific address all too well. "Why you're always so specific about the address, I cannot fathom, Sadron" The Storyteller chuckled as he opened the letter.
[i]'Greetings'[/i] the letter said.
"Lovely day for it" The Storyteller replied cheerfully.
[i]'You know who I am. I request your presence at the High Council Hill by eight in the morning tomorrow. There is something evil afoot, and I need your bold council'[/i] the letter declared.
"You [i]actually[/i] want me to [i]come back[/i]?" The Storyteller asked with a raised eyebrow "After what happened last time?".
[i]'I will understand if you have no wish to attend; the last meeting was a wash, to say the least'[/i] The letter admitted.
"I'll say" The Storyteller responded.
[i]'But your insights would be extremely valuable to the Champions we have selected for the upcoming task. We would be happy to listen to any story you wish to tell for the rest of the day afterwards. Sincerely,
~Sadron Aphaderuiondur'[/i]
"...I need to pack" The Storyteller decided.