If Octavian was ever to visit the postal service in Al Kharid, a letter would be there for him to pick up that wouldn’t be retraceable. It was written on stationary that felt crude and there was some sand in the envelope though, probably giving him enough of an indication from which region the letter came from. With it included too was a map of Menaphos, the ports district specifically where Memphis would have his rental set up.
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To Octavian Dea,
So here I am in the middle of the desert and I run into two of your children, lost and without any form of protection and people around them. I knew your surname spelled out bad news from the moment we met as teens, not that I am one to lecture people on that, but this is ridiculous. You are their father and you thought it to be a responsible idea to just plop those two down in the middle of nowhere? I’m currently with an order of mages, taking care of them and making sure they don’t end up hating you even more. For now I’ll share only the good stories of our adventures in the Tower so that they’ll one day like you again, but the least you could do is send some sort of alimony to the added address in the letter so that I can properly take care of them. You owe me that much.
Signed,
A concerned old friend from the Tower,
Memphis Vaeyl
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