Kallian Syrivir makes his way home after a long day of traveling. A home he had not visited much over the years, windows broken and wood rotten. Yet he still visited it so now and then. The Syrivir stumbled upon the parchment at his front door, he slightly raised a brow upon seeing it was indeed for him. The elf leans down on one knee to pick it up before heading into the house while opening the parchment and slowly starting to read over it. Slowly but surely he starts to realise from who it was and his eyebrow furrows as his lips curl down into a frown. Kallian's eyes flicker a dark shade of blue for a moment, tempted to burn it all down right there and then but... he stops himself, taking in a deep breath of air and reading the rest of the letter. After finishing up the letter, Kallian eyes trail off towards the odd amulet. Slowly taking it into his palm and looking over it with a raised brow, inspecting it a bit before putting it into his pocket. Going for a walk around Talon's after, humming a soft tune to himself to consider the options.