[One day toward the end of August, one of the castle fae catches Keyleth as she's either leaving or entering the castle. They shove a card-sized envelope into her hands before leaving her alone with it. The envelope was of a rose color, the scent of the flower clinging to it, sealed with purple wax bearing a W crest. Upon breaking the seal, a folded piece of paper was found within.]
[ Keyleth's reply comes the next day, delivered by a small bird that perches on the windowsill to Widow's room, and somehow speaks with Keyleth's voice. ]
"Um, yeah! Yeah, that would be great! Um, I'm free whenever! My evening's are pretty open. I could meet you tomorrow night? Oh I think--"
[ And then the spell runs out of words, but to be honest, she got out what she meant to say. ]
[Now that the letter has had its proper impact, Widowmaker just uses the tome to follow that bizarre talking bird up.]
Your message got cut off, chérie [Like voicemail on a low storage system.] but I'm honored you've accepted. Tomorrow night it is. Meet me outside the castle gate shortly after sundown?
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"Um, yeah! Yeah, that would be great! Um, I'm free whenever! My evening's are pretty open. I could meet you tomorrow night? Oh I think--"
[ And then the spell runs out of words, but to be honest, she got out what she meant to say. ]
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Your message got cut off, chérie [Like voicemail on a low storage system.] but I'm honored you've accepted. Tomorrow night it is. Meet me outside the castle gate shortly after sundown?
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That would be great, though! Do you want me to bring anything? Should I wear anything special?
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[ Keyleth doesn't own much that isn't easy to move in, it's kind of her brand. ]
See you then!