Valorian skulked just inside the ring of trees surrounding the Tavern as the familiar screech of an owl rang through the air. He looked up and saw the large bird land on the lowest branch just over his head. Quick as a flash, Valorian tore open the small satchel attatched to the birds leg and read vigorously.
This will be a short letter for the conflict here is over and I wish for you to return home. I have found no correlation between my father and the outbreak here and as soon as you read this please travel light and fast; your place is here now looking after a special item I have aquired. I cannot tell you what it is in a letter because if anyone else knew about this, it could be dangerous.
I look for your arrival,
Valorian breathed a sigh of relief as he finished reading the letter. He stuffed it in his breast pocked under the fringe of his hood and turned to face the direction of the tavern. He set off at a brisk pace with the look of deep purpose on his face and in deep thought.
After packing his things throughout the night, Valorian shoulders his belongings along with his swords and heads out of his cabin, through the middle of Jastrey and out onto the road. He walked for several feet, turned around and looked back at the tavern. He lowered his head, turned, and again began walking back home, never to be seen again by those in Jastrey.