[center][i]“There are the people of the day and the creatures of the night. And it's important to remember that the creatures of the night aren't simply the people of the day staying up late because they think that makes them cool and interesting. It takes more than heavy mascara and a pale complexion to cross the divide.” ― Terry Pratchett, Soul Music [/i][/center]

Staring out over his city from the window of his personal study, Vasha tapped his bony middle finger against the solid wood of his desk in thought. A piece of parchment lay on the desk before him, an ink pot close at hand with the quill in his grasp, but he wasn't using it just yet as he contemplated what he wished to put down on paper. 

He had put off writing this message for long enough having been interested in taking a more 'Wait and see' approach to see if anything actually came from it; The results were no doubt interesting, but now it had reached a point where he needed to see if the rewards for allowing the experiment to continue could balance out the positives of ending it and claiming the resources for other projects. After a few more minutes of contemplation, he finally put quill to parchment. 

It didn't take long to write out the full message, but as he took a moment to reread it to ensure that it was readable enough that the average orc could take a crack at understanding it, he rolled the parchment up and sealed it closed with a wax seal baring his mark. Content with his message, he reached out to ring a small bell on his desk. Within moments, a well dressed goblin women was standing behind him, offering a curtsy as she softly asked "Yes my lord?"

Vasha turned to offer the goblin woman the rolled up message, gazing at her through unnaturally glowing blue eyes as he instructed "Take this to the bakery on third street. Tell the woman behind the counter that it is to go to the Sisters. She'll know exactly who you mean." Thinking for a moment, he seemed slightly less serious as he suggested "Help yourself to a bun if you want. Do not let me detain you." 

The dice was cast as the goblin woman curtsied again, this time to respectfully leave his presence. Now how things played out was going to depend on the answer he received from the Widows.