A magic-sealed box sat in the center of the desk.
As Velin brushed his fingers over the runes, a wave of Spiritual Power pulsed from his fingertips. The wax seal cracked open without a sound, and the lid sprang upward.
Inside the box were a letter and a stack of parchment wrapped in oilcloth.
He picked up the letter and unfolded it.
The handwriting was a bit unpracticed—it was Ryo's.
Lord Velin, I hope this letter finds you well.
Please forgive my forwardness. Miss Caroline contacted me a few days ago through the Golden Sail Commerce Association. She is extremely worried about your situation in Minas Tirith. She hoped that I might be able to find some magical items for you—from the academy's treasury or the black market—that could be used against underwater enemies.
