#deperture

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A letter was left on Caylesea’s  nightstand, tucked under the leftover tea cup that sat on the table.

Dearest Cayle

I’m sorry I had to leave you in the night like that. I trust you to understand it was nothing personal. But as my promise to Adhelin still holds true and her family grimoire, along with my own, still remain on my person I could not stay in Dalaran without risking their confiscation. Or worse, their destruction. I know you don’t entirely agree with their existence and my holding of them. But this is how things are and as such I can’t take such a risk, nor risk your expulsion from the Kirin Tor for associating with someone like me. I promise we will see each other again, and soon.

Percival.

The warlock finished grabbing his possessions, chaining his books to his belt and pulling his hood up over his head. “Until next time, Caylesea.” he whispered before sneaking off into the night. Catching the first portal back to Stormwind.

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