Tar-ryn went upstairs, where she stayed. She sat down at a desk and took out a piece of parchment. She dipped her feather pen and began writing a letter to Queen Rasha.
Dear Rasha,
I know it's been a while since we've last spoken. I have word that Zaldaro has expanded in land.
He is now in search of me and the last of my brethren. We need a place of protection. You said
you owed me for saving your life, and this is my request. There are four of us. If its not too much
of a burden, please.
~ Tar-ryn
Leo soon found himself in an area surrounded by yet evenmore fliers in the same area that might as well be a unknown advertisement of fliers, almost practicaly being beaten over the head with random ads for flowers, medicens and more. "Colorful..." he thought as he looked around, stopping in his tracks so he wouldn't run over a kid who quickly passed by him. He looked around figureing he might as well add his own placeing his away from the absurd clutter of fliers so it stands out reading;
Leo Cyrule
Mercenary for Hire.
What will I do?
Bounty Bodygaurd
Watchman Lost-and-found
Deliveries Hunting
And for the ones who can't meet these I will also do
Odd Jobs
Prices Varies grately but will not destroy you finacialy, I will work with you
Signed, ~Leo Cyrule; Here for the week
After giveing a proof read he than turned around seeing a stand selling alcohol; takeing a step towards it to examine what the vender was selling only to remember something. "Alcohol is banned in public" the familiar wolfs voice rang through his head as the felines head turned to the side seeing a nearby guard eyeing him shakeing his head. Recoiling from the stand Leo scratch his head and turned around "I better not..." he thought as he kept walking glanceing back at the guard.
"Very well," Rasha gave a sweep of her hand through the air, gesturing for Kha'mal to pass and talk in private with the wretch. As they headed away, Rasha continued to her room. Once in, she headed straight for her desk, pulling out fresh paper and a quill with ink.
Dear Tar-ryn,
I feel for you. Your circumstances must be quite distressing,
but in the time since we last talked, I have become Queen, and that brings great responsibility at my feet.
You must recognise that sheltering the enemies of Zaldaro is suicidal, and could lead my country to ruin.
However, it is also clear that Zaldaro is not one for diplomacy.
I must weigh my choices carefully.
If you can get to Khemal in secret, away from any prying eyes, then I will take you in with open arms.
But if there is even the smallest evidence that you have been followed, or watched, you will be turned away.
I do hope that you are safe, and hidden.
Good luck.
~Queen Rasha~
She blew the ink to make it dry, then folded the letter, sealed it and handed it to Kha'lin. She looked into her eyes, with a harsh, piercing stare.
"Kha'lin, you are the most reliable, and most excellent subject. When your brother returns, I want you to take this to the village of Dragar, in the state of Daevara. Find a woman called Tar-ryn." She pressed the letter into the Lynx's paws. "Give this to her, and her only, and make sure you are discreet."
Leo stepped through the entry hall, surrounded in tall walls draped in rich blue fabrics, lined with gold. A young servant ran past him to the secondary doors where two guards stood watch. The doors were open, and through them the Great Hall stretched out, flaring in the light of the sun. The servant spoke to the guards as Leo approached, and the doors closed in his face. These men were bigger, than the last, a bear and an elephant, towering over Leo. The bear placed a paw down on Leo's shoulder, gripping it tight.
"We have recieved word that you have been causing trouble, and refuse to state your name. You're not permitted to go any further until we know who you are."