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Overview
- “Your grace, the time of our reunion is near at hand. I have thought of your face every morning and seen it in every cloud across the sky. Nary shall i say that the moon is as beautiful as your face and found it false. May our lances meet again. - C”
History
- kept in a secret pocket
- Rowan and this man have been writing back and forth for a while
Notes
- unknown who the author is at first
- later revealed to be Celethorn