[!] In the dead of night, a small boat would row it's way to shore... And upon the docks were laid letters, addressed to the Spire. Some would have names written on them, to be delivered to those imprisoned or unaware... Regardless, it was clear that these letters were meant to reach their intended parties. The small rowboat was gone before anyone could breath a whisper of it's arrival, and a harsh pile of perfumed letters left in it's wake. Penelope was addressing the Spire, from her place upon the Requital. [!]
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OOC: I want to let it be known now that there's no ill-intent OOC behind this!! It's all in character, and has been a boiling over for Penelope... All of this is done in good fun, so that when she returns perhaps she can have a bit of conflict with other characters!! Let the games... Begin! <3
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