[This open letter is plastered upon noticeboards across the city, clearly with the intent of catching the eye of its intended recipient.]
To whom it may concern,
You entered and burgled my residence in the Altalaan District, which takes up the spaces of the fourth and fifth houses in the District, and left behind a calling card in the form of a wilted rose upon my bed. You have defiled my most personal sanctum, taken your fill of items that were not yours to take, and left me with a deep and shaking fear for my own safety and the continued safety of my belongings.
Among the list of items that you have taken from me are numerous items of personal jewelry, paintings, home decorations, even the contents of my desk. However, one item you deigned to relieve me of my possession of was a lockbox.
Contained in this lockbox are, or at this point more likely were, the last remaining mementos I possessed of my first wife, Ililissaelli, which I have taken painstaking efforts to preserve through magical and mundane means over the past thousand years, in an effort to keep her memory alive.
This lockbox, in my possession, held the last remaining lock of her hair, a letter addressed to me by herself, the last Vaïel Promises she wrote, the last ribbon she used to tie her hair, a small fabric toy that our first child once played with, and numerous pieces of her personal jewelry.
I am an Elf of immense age and have collected much in my life, but little of it holds value that could hold so much as a match's light to the value that lockbox held to me.
As such, I offer you this: return the lockbox and its contents, each and every one of them, to me, untouched, within three days. I need not see your face nor know your name, only to have these final remains of my most cherished love returned to my possession, and in return I will ignore the loss of every other item, and refrain from approaching the guard.
If you elect to ignore my most generous offer, and to withhold items of age tenfold that of this very Empire, I will seek each and every avenue to pursue you and recover my personal effects in full, and from there, rain such vengeance upon you that has seldom been seen in Aloria since the days of the Allorn Empire itself.
I am an Elf of neither hatred nor rage, and I take no pleasure in this threat; however, loss has become all too prevalent in these past months, and I intend to take every measure to prevent it from becoming yet more prominent in my life.
I pray you make the correct choice in this.
Aeralaanys Rhylovhas,
Secretary for the Magi
Last of the Allorn
Secretary for the Magi
Last of the Allorn
