The Vast

*one note is left at Kessa's and addressed to Lucias, another is left with Djara and addressed to Isendyl*

I do hope these letters find you. I was rather deeply disappointed at the events or lack thereof during the meeting I attended a few weeks ago. I have been advised to seek your counsel before pursuing my own investigations into matters and expressing my own thoughts and would like to meet with you at your convenience. I can usually be found either in the Dale or attending devotions and in theological discourse in the landing at the temple of Sharess. It is my hope that my fears regarding the local clergy's refusal to cooperate are unfounded. Please reply at your earliest convenienc. I take my mail at the Sharessan Temple.

In Sune's Service
Vincienzo Duncastle

*He takes the note in hand with a furrowed brow and reads its contents. after a few moments he shakes his head then speaks quielty to himself..*

"he misunderstands the issue,I must speak with him.. "

*he sets the note aside stepping from lady kessas home into the morning light.*

As the elf emerges from the thick lush temperate rain forests, she glances about with the look of someone having been gone a while and profoundly happy to be returned to her destination. She drops a half empty shoulder slung pack to the ground and dips her head in greeting to the fellow Druidess D'jara.

She speaks softly in the elvish tongue, "Greetings my friend any news?" She converses quietly with the woman for a few moments than nods as she accepts several scrolls of parchment mulling over each with careful consideration.

"Much work to be done indeed...."

With that she hefts her sack and dissapears back into the woods.

The tall half elf nodded slowly to the Sharessan priestess, accepting a small pile of letters from her. "Nothing from a local Lathanderite or a stange elf then?"

After a moment he winked and gave a sly smile. "Well it seems this ploy has played out long enough. Earlier today one of the rumors I had heard was confirmed; probably one of the many pieces of information they refused to share. I'll not waste time further awaiting a response that isn't coming."

After a few moments of small talk in regards to hair care and a comparison of silks from the east to those being imported to Amn from Maztica, he nods once more and heads out of the temple baths.