~The tall slim elf drags his torn, beaten and bloodied body up and slams a note into a door, pinning it there by an familar skulled handled dagger~

Ello Queenie,

Jess lettin ya know I and mine, hence yours, are not dead. Seems though that my dear wife has gone a missin and well..i can not find her. Any help you can offer would be appriciated..you know where to find me..I will be in...the special spot


L.

The tall First Knight of She'ol and son of Jaeden comes around the corner and sees the tall elf leaving and frowns, recognizing him.

He waits until he has left the area and then walks over to the note, pulling out the dagger, sliding it into his own belt and reads the paper.

Shaking his head, he pockets the note, knowing this would only lead to more mischief for his Lady Mother, but he goes off in search of Jaeden, knowing she would be most....upset...if she did not receive it.