OoC: Begging your pardon, TML, but I haven't posted yet...
Tacheon Black has arrived.

BiC:

Tacheon rested in a stone cabin that he had made the day before. It provided a pleasant view, being on the mountainside, with birds singing a beautiful cacophony of peace, trees swaying in the barely present breeze, and the occasional fox that would trot by, staring at the heaping stack of pancakes next to Tacheon longingly. Every time one came by, making sure it wasn't the same fox, Tacheon would throw it a pancake. He liked foxes.

The peace of Nature combined with pancakes was broken when a hawk's screech came from the roof of his abode. The bird of prey then swooped down and lighted upon his shoulder, dropping a letter that was previously secured in its beak.

Dear Tacheon, it read,

I know that we haven't kept much in touch recently, but I have a matter of... great importance, to say the least, that I would like to talk to you about. Would you be so kind as to meet me at the tavern where first we met, long ago? I don't want to sound like I'm reminiscing, because you of all people should know that I am not a nostalgic kind of person. I am simply speaking in general terms in case this letter should fall into... unfriendly hands.

Sincerely,
Krayt

The bird nipped at his ear, and he felt warm blood trickling down.

P.S. The bird might be hungry. It likes pancakes.

Tacheon sighed, and handed the pancake to the bird. He stood up, grabbed his best walking stick and traveler's cloak, and hit the road.

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