Letters To Isak

[Visha Sofka]

To Isak,

Your hair isn't safe!

MWAHA HA HA HA HA HA HAAAAH!

(A crudely drawn arrow pointing upward follows.)

See that up there? That's me. That's me laughing. But you have to, like, imagine it. Okay. Just picture me. Got it? Now picture me laughing. That's it. And it better be right! I'll quiz you on it, don't think I won't!

Sinsairily yours,
Visha


PS, your hair still isn't safe.

Isak Lavelle

 

[Isak Lavelle]

Several days later, Visha would find a letter being delivered to her with the utmost attention and concern. The letter would have remained in a most clean state, almost untouched, with a tinted seal in the form of a raven at its front. The scrawny man who delivered it had a rather terrified look about him, without looking to share any words upon handing the letter, other than...

"D-Don't open it anywhere else aside from your room!"

And with that, the stranger would've disappeared, back to the busy streets of Alliria.

Inside the envelope, there was a paper with only a few words inscribed upon it.

'Do not touch my hair, strange girl.'

After shaking loose the paper a bit, Visha would find a second paper attached to it, with the makings of an actual letter. It carried far more importance and weight, and a secrecy that was demanded from a man such as Isak.

'Alliria is a very dangerous city, Visha.

You and Urchin are both terribly annoying troublemakers, but not without value. I expect to be in need of your services in the near future, if you are even interested in coin.

You know where to find me. And do not burn any of my fiancée's expensive dresses this time.

Kind regards,
I. Lavelle.'

Visha Sofka

 

[Visha Sofka]

To Isak,

Dangerous?? That's okay! I can't even spell dangerous!

And! Am! I! Interested! I love coins and I'll bite every one of them!

Sinsairily yours,
Visha


PS, Eilerias looks better in black and YOU KNOW IT!