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The Disappearance of Henry
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Peppered across the multitude of realms were a series of missives and posters, each one distributed with care by some of the folk of Numendil, Ardirnien herself, or friends of the young royal. Of the many produced, a few had tear stains over the parchment. All hand-written, it would seem. The missive read as follows:

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"To those of the realms, briefly do I ask that we set aside our differences, that we might band together in search of a dear friend who needs our help. Henry the Sniffer. Early this morning to my utter dismay, I visited the paddock of Henry and Henriette to provide them with freshly gathered greens from the Kingswood. They enjoy the variety. What has greeted my sight is not the adorable, loving snout that I have so often witnessed, but instead the absence of my beloved pet and Henriette's mate. Large footsteps have trekked through the garden I made for them, muddying the flowers .. But the trail runs cold."

"To those with involvement or information, I ask of you this. Please return Henry. I know that deep in your heart, you did not mean to take him from me. Perhaps he broke free of the hedges and you wished to protect him from the cold and the wolves. I laud you for this and your kindly soul. Know that whoever returns my Henry will always have a friend in Numendil."

Signed, 

Ardirnien Arthalion.

 

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Louis wandered the lands of Hyspia, finding an unusual number of sniffers.
 He'd look down at the missive, then back at the sniffers,
back at the missive and then back at the sniffers.

"I do wonder..."

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12 minutes ago, Maiyun said:

Peppered across the multitude of realms were a series of missives and posters, each one distributed with care by some of the folk of Numendil, Ardirnien herself, or friends of the young royal. Of the many produced, a few had tear stains over the parchment. All hand-written, it would seem. The missive read as follows:

 

"This is horrible! Who would do such a HORRIBLE thing?"

 

The cries of a fiery-haired Lady, came about within the stone walls of Formindon, as she flailed the missive around with a shake of her fist. Safiyaa's boots thumped about the wooden grounds, as she frantically paced back and forth, with much a ramble to her Lordship. An aged black labrador whined in empathy, as Tiny's tail swished about the bed in agreement.

 

"We must find him, mein ymun! If someone had taken mein dear Tiny, she would do the same and look for him!"

 

@Pepto

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