Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-34818102-20190525013000/@comment-38232361-20190614024657

"Sorry about taking your ring my dear, a rather nasty habit formed from stealing from bishops and the Pope of the Order. Truely, I am sorry and meant nothing by it, I would never consciously do such a thing to a lady such as yourself. There is, however, much more to this ring and it's sisters than you may know, things I am sure a young man you once knew did. Ben, I believe his name was. We can discuss more on that in private, as well as find a way to... make up for that little mistake. Preferably without the use of those knives of yours. Read the letter I left in your belt back at the tavern, it will tell you where to go. Again, sorry for accidentally taking it.

Forever yours,

-Silver"

MEANWHILE...

The Silver Mask rises from underneath the cloak hanging on Beck's saddle and looks at his hand. In it, a small straw doll-like talisman slowly turns to ash, it's one and only charge used up to make his escape. "That's going to be a chore to get back!" He comments as the ashes of the destroyed magic item blew away in the wind, him and his steed racing to one of his safehouses to make preparations for The Silver Mask's guest.