The seal stood out against the waxed paper. A ship sailing on the ocean with the Shalonesti Banner visible. Sighing to himself Desse placed the letter on a stack of identical letters. Looking up at the young Sha'qelas messenger boys who patiently waited for Desse to motion them. Waving his hand in a disimissive gesture he watched them collect up each their letters and shuffle quietly out of the room.

Rubbing his eyes tiredly Desse stands up from behind the large desk in the headquaters of Sha'qelas. The sound of the ocean waves distantly reaches his ears. He could still remember the face of the Sha'falas messenger sent from Senator Da'shal that day. The young elven face paler than usual, and almond shaped blue eyes frantic with worry.

"Senator Desse, Archer Moab Sha'qelas was murdered!" The young elf said in a rush of frantic words.

"Woah lad, calm down, now tell me what happened," Desse said quietly.

"A Ka'vanth drove a knife into his back while he was talking to Senator Da'shal, I must get back to my station, they will need me. " With that the elf turn and rushed back to where he came from.

Shock ran through Desse, having been raised in Haven death and pain were a normal way of life. He had lost friends on those streets. Yet never had Desse ever expected it to catch up to him in the peaceful streets of Shalonesti.

Shaking himself of his thoughts, Desse returned to the paperwork on his desk, a simple talk he had labored hours over trying to make it the best he could.