A wood elf sits in her home and enjoys the a spot of jasmine tea. She unfolds the missive into and flattens it out onto the table. "Good for you. No doubt the dog will bark about this one." There was a warmth in her heart from something other than the tea. Perhaps it was the same pride that her brother was feeling wherever he was. Nalara folded the missive carefully and prepared to squirrel it away with her the other letters that were important to her.