Pacing slowly, Isawda's thoughts moved in well worn ruts.
Traveling to the Breach to assist the King had seems a noble cause and worthwhile purpose. But from it had come much ... darkness. Companions lost and seen no more, and so many hands turned towards the shadows. Something in the place seemed to bring out the least pleasing side of so many. Even amount the Biata. Believing that our race had the strength to resist such influences would be pleasant, but there is so much evidence to the contrary. One of our kind turned so far as to revel in his fate as a Vampire! And to seek to inflict that on others that share his blood. My own good nestmate a prime suspect in a killing! And Tal! Sighing deeply, Isawda turned back to walk the short distance to his lodgings. Should we stay and try to complete what we had started, or should he try to convince Ithawda to depart before they were tainted any further? Would they be able to leave if they wished or would that same dark force trap and hold them in place?
Returning to Isawda's chambers in the enclave, Ithawda encounters her mate & brightens at his appearance. His presence chases away her dark thoughts but brings others and her brow creases in a frown at the thought of troubles that could affect him. And she so wants to protect him from the darkness she sees in others. He is such a good, clean soul. She would defend him with her last breath. She rushes to him, embracing him fully, trying to make him one with her. He makes her smile without doing anything.
But she must make contact with the others. Breaking her embrace with him, she moves to the writing desk and begins penning several missives to various people.
When she is done and each is sealed, she approaches Isawda. "Have you recieved any letters or invites to meet with a fellow Biata at the Bootleggers Rest?'
Waiting for his answer she moves to the door and looks down the hall for the posted floor messenger. Catching his attention from Isawda's room, she motions him over. Looking on any people whom aren't Biata brings out a certain arrogance in Ithawda. Asuming a superior stance she holds out the letter to the page, "Please see that these reach the appropriate people. Here is a silver for each letter. Please see that master Vegar, the tall dark elf, receives all 6 letters." She hands over 6 of her precious silver that she has managed to reaquire through deligence. (Why did she have to be so impulsive and blow that last gamble with Mobeus? But it was so much fun. It'll come again or he'll pay her back somehow.)
Walking up to the Earth Weavers compound, the commanly dressed woman looks around, seeing an initiate near by. She approaches, "Could you please deliver this letter for me please? It is for Ithawda." Handing the letter over, she bows her head and walks away.
Looking at the sealed letter, the initiante takes it to the Biata couples room and knocks.