Siori sat at her desk, signing off on several papers that made their way in front of her. Some were recruit applications (some of which did not get a signature), others supply orders for certain tasks. A select few held details that only her and two other people would see or know about. Today, however, this task was to be interrupted by a page.
“Yes Tobias, what is it?” As a guild leader and rogue she had a penchant for being calm, yet strictly to the point when need be.
“Well Miss Siori…um…well, it’s this.”
The young ones were always afraid to interrupt her. It stemmed from a day she had received mail from her sister for the first time in months. A girl came in excited to speak to her, and quickly ended up across a table with a dagger and a warning. Okay, so she wasn’t always calm.
Siori took the envelope and noticed the wax seal immediately. Rarely did she get sent anything in an envelope and when she did, his seal was never on it. Hand written notes, signatures. Even pseudonyms. But in the years since Deathwing, she had only seen the seal once. She disposed of Tobias and turned on her heels, envelope in hand. Siori headed over to the closet, opened the door and then stuck a dagger point into a crack in the corner. After two clicks, she pushed the back open to reveal a smaller room. Making her way over to a chair and desk across from the cot, she slipped the dagger through the base of the envelope. There was but a single piece of parchment in it.
“You made it clear to me that in the future you wished to remain on the sidelines. You wanted to focus on the tactical side of things. I vowed to not ask you to come back into the field and I’ve stuck to my word. In the future, I will continue to do so. But this isn’t the future. This is the past, and we need you there.
Siori read the note over several times. She then walked over to the candle and burned it. The last act before she left the room, was taking her sword off the wall.