Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20140112004028/@comment-24141785-20140116180438

C'laro saw a hawk fly in through a small gap and landed on his arm.

"A hawk?" C'laro looked into the hawk's eyes. It seemed like they both understood each other.

"Damnit... I need to tell my friends I can't get there." C'laro muttered. The hawk pecked him and stared at him. C'laro almost understood it.

"It could work. Bring me a quill and an ink sack." The hawk flew off to gather the items. He soon returned with both and paper.

"Ok." C'laro wrote in the note. It read.

'I'm sorry but I cannot attend the wedding... I have been captured by tyrants and trapped in a cell... I think its the prison cell of the city. The guards don't know I'm in here and I'm wondering whether I'll die here... I wanted to wish you a great wedding.'

C'laro tied the note up and attatched it onto the hawk's leg. The hawk flew off.

The hawk flew down through the chapel. He pushed open the door into the croft. He wandered over to Eilonwyn and Manja.