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*a white simple envelop would make it's way into Miscellenia, Adressed to the Pravens. It bore a bright yellow seal, which almost seemed to be glowing. The Wax seal depicted a Cresent moon.*
"To the Patriach of the Praven Triumvirate.
Many Greetings**** Praven, from the moonclan on Lunar isle. After a lenghty debate, with the Moonclan elder council, we would like to finally reach out for contact. Better late than never.
We'll get down to Bussiness. The moonclan of Lunar isle would be most interested in an alliance with Miscellenia and the ones that rule it. I would like to request that we meet, preferably on Miscellenia itself, to discuss the details of this alliance.
Please, let us know whether or not you're interested.
Kind Regards,
Elder of the Pillar of Peace,
Iris Gardenia"
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What is Bravery without a dash of recklessness?
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