(Below is an in character letter sent by my character to the Bank of Mariza a valkian Bank, it is in regards to three bank bonds currently within /AH, I also have courtly esteem, read the below letter for additional context)To the Office of Records and HoldingsBank of MarizaValkian Realm Dear Sir or Madam, I write to you today with a humble inquiry regarding several bank bonds that may have originated from your esteemed institution some years ago. I understand that the matter may fall outside routine scope, but I would be most grateful for any assistance you can provide in clarifying the details. Specifically, I am seeking information about any stray or unclaimed bonds issued by the Bank of Mariza on the 10th of Firstide, 1640, under the interest rate of 15.49%. These bonds were denominated in crowns, with a maximum value not exceeding 1000 crowns per bond. I have reason to believe that a small number of these bonds may still exist in some capacity, possibly unredeemed or unaccounted for, within a settlement known as The Spire, particularly in its district referred to as the Southern Reach. As part of a personal estate review and family accounting effort, I am attempting to track any such outstanding items. Due to my possible soon to be purchase of such. Would your office be able to confirm if any such bonds were ever recorded as issued under these conditions, and whether any have remained unclaimed or were known to circulate in or around The Spire? I would appreciate any records, confirmations, or direction you might offer regarding where I might further inquire. Thank you for your time and service. I remain at your disposal for any additional details you might require. With warm regards,Amelia Yulehvest.

Ellacrium - Amelia Yulehvest

Yrn'ha, the purple Might Big elf stand, so strong, so tall, Great axe swing, make bad men fall. One eye lazy, one eye bright, Both see friend and both see fight. Words come slow, not smooth, not fine, But heart speak loud, like drum in time. No trick, no lie, just truth, just steel, A friend to trust, a foe to feel. She laugh, She feast, She fight with pride, With open arms, stand by your side. Not clever, no, but heart is grand, Like mountain strong, like stone in hand. So when the storm and battle rise, Look for her with one steady eye. With axe in hand and voice so true, She stand with you, she see it through. 

Lucian, the wary smith In fire’s glow, where hammers ring,A blacksmith toils, a nervous thing.With wary eyes and careful hands,He shapes the steel to meet demands. A mighty scythe, his chosen blade,Though fear and doubt have oft delayed.Yet when his mind is set in stone,His strikes are swift, his skill well honed. Each weapon bears his careful mark,An "L" carved deep, a craftsman’s spark.A silent vow, a promise kept,Through trembling hands, through nights unslept. But when the call of battle cries,The fear burns out, the fire flies.With scythe in hand and stance held tight,He carves his name into the fight.

Falliren, The show boaty knight With sword in one hand, rapier in twain,He dances through battle like wind and like rain.A flourish, a bow, a confident grin,Yet honor runs deep beneath his fair skin. He laughs in the face of perilous fray,Yet never would strike in dishonorable way.A challenger bold, yet noble in fight,Bound by his oath to do what is right. Though showy in stance and grand in display,He yields with respect at the end of the fray.For victory’s hollow if pride is unchained,And skill without virtue is glory profaned. So steel sings sharp in his dazzling flight,A knight both fierce and noble in light.With flair and with grace, his path he has drawnA warrior bright, till the break of the dawn.