A wrinkled and worn scroll

[Tarja]

A wrinkled and warn scroll lay rolled up, the edges torn. The wax seal, lay upon it, half broken. nnShe ran a finger around the seal, and sighed, picking it up and putting it in the bag, gingerly. She then took out a quill and some parchment and began to write her own. nnn

Marx,nn It's that time again...I'm going on leave, I don't know when I will be back. it's time that I ask for my sins to be forgiven, if they can be... I hope you will let everyone whom wishes to know of my where abouts, that I am well, and that I shall be back in an unknown amount of time..nnnTarjà

nnshe lay the scroll down upon her pillow, and tossed the bag strap over her shoulder. she sighed, with her hand upon the door, taking her leave, only looking back once.