“Yes, it is.”  Vesta slips the bag over her head and places it gently in the elf’s hands.  “I appreciate this, E’ni’cala. Truly. And tell Lord Marquanthis that I am grateful to him as well.” Her gaze drops to the floor, a soft smile touching her lips even as sadness lingers in her eyes.   “This matter is very dear to me.” She says quietly. “I leave it in your hands.”

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