A Meeting Arranged

[Aron]

Hawk's Landing
New Life, 43 SC

To Bryson Hawkson

From Argo, such.

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Newest friend, Bird-child (I think they mean Hawkson? -A)

Friend Argo, having courtesy, has located lodgings for us within your box forest. (City?)
Our Elders, having hope, having trust, accept your invitation to dine.
Clan, having patience, remains upon the bird's perch.

Friend Argo, speaking carefully, instructs us, discard all weapons.
Kerf, having humour, reminding friend Argo, displays his harvest dagger.

Elders, being eager, having patience, await.

Relief, gratitude,
Kerf

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P.S.

Several, including the Elders, carry a medium-sized dagger, blade no larger than your outstretched hand.
These folk carry no other weapons that I can make out.
It was related to me that they will dispose of these upon your arrival, if required.

As payment for this voyage, and further assistance, they've provided me with an obscene amount of silver.
As such, I've secured lodgings for the entire clan in Hawk's Landing.
Seemed better than the belly of the ship, at least.

-Argo