Van'ayla my dearest lliran

[UmbreScye 535]

[!] A small note is placed on the tavern counter, and some placed onto the tables. There would be a large paragraph filled with different topics included in the note.

Dear my closest lliran, family, and allies in the Silver State of Haelun’or,

I am Uppori Haviryn, perhaps you have seen me around the state before as the Tavern keeper. I hope to have met you some time during my time in Haelun’or, it would have been splendid to converse with esteemed Mali’thill and other kind visitors of our culture. However, my time has come, and I will unfortunately be leaving the state for a short time in order to learn more about the world. I hope to study various recipes and herbs, that I may hopefully bring back to the Silver State, for now I will be relinquishing my rights to certain roles that I may have had. First and foremost, I will step down as the Tavern Keeper and Medi’ir of Okarir’san. The Tavern Keys will be left for Miss Azorella and our wonderful Sohaer Dimaethor Visaj, as well as a spare for me if I am to ever return. Hopefully the next Medi’ir assisting the Okarir’san will do just as well, and I hope for the best for that individual. If I had not addressed you in person about my departure, please forgive me, I have no ill will towards you and only few were told of my absence. I love all of my lliran and allies of the Silver State, and will support each one of you from afar.
Maehr’sae Hiylun’ehya forever and always my allies!

Sincerely,
Former Medi’ir Uppori Haviryn, Princess of Malinor and Alderyn, Lady of Normandor, Conqueror of Alderyn, and Hero of the Reimposition of Unity

[!] A couple of flowers, are scattered throughout the city... Perhaps a farewell, and a hope for a new beginning.

[Ankan 2875]

Dimaethor Visaj spoke a few words of ancient elven under his breath, having just said his personal farewells to the Elfess.

”Every Mali’aheral who departs the Motherland leaves a hole in the spirit of our people. Lomian’onn- let us work to fill the void, together.”

[Gemini 1737]

After saying Uppori farewell, Nuala Dorberos would walk up to the message and place her hand on it “Yet another Mali’thill leaving the city, when will it end” She mumbled to herself. 

[latte 2238]

Estelle paces around, pondering for some time. She decides to put the paper down, walking away, ”Van’ayla it seems, Haelun.”