On it were five words that had haunted his journey across three kingdoms: “Dndm I Love You Much.”
The rain wasn’t just falling in the city of Oakhaven; it was grieving. Beneath the flickering glow of a single arcane streetlamp, Kaelen stood outside the heavy oak doors of the "Silver Tankard" tavern. In his hand, he clutched a crumpled piece of parchment, the ink slightly bled from the damp air.
"I found the messenger, the mountain pass, and about six different ways to get myself killed," Kaelen replied, his voice raspy but warm. "But you said 'Dndm.' You don't say that unless the world is ending." Dndm I Love You Much
Kaelen pushed inside. The tavern was thick with the smell of roasted meat and wet wool. In the far corner, tucked away from the boisterous laughter of sell-swords, sat a figure in a hooded slate-grey cloak.
Outside, the storm raged on, but inside the corner of a drafty tavern, two old friends began to map out a way to save the light. On it were five words that had haunted
The figure reached out, a pale hand trembling slightly as she pulled back her hood. Elara’s eyes were tired, framed by the shadows of a woman who had been running for far too long. She looked at the note, then at him. "You found the messenger," she whispered.
She squeezed his hand back, the flicker of hope returning to her eyes. "I never did. I just needed to hear you say it one more time." "I found the messenger, the mountain pass, and
He didn't say a word as he sat across from her. He simply laid the note on the scarred wooden table.