A package delivered via Hawkmail to Aestus.. it’s an oddly heavy box for its size.
Aestus-
I was surprised someone admitted to reading my books. I’ve wrote them for centuries now. They come and go in popularity and what people like. I was happy that they provided you with something while you and Brutalis were in Northrend. I share a magical bond with my animals and we’re connected on a level I have never been with another elf. But I cannot share my years with them. When they’re gone, I write. I write, and write and write because sappy romance novels make it better. Not by much. It eases the pain to write something happy and sweet. I used to just sell them for money but people enjoyed them. Not many people know where my novels come from there but knowing that I helped bring someone else some solace helps ease the pain more.
I wrote these a while back when me Ty, and Windsong were in Northrend. The original scripts, written in my notebooks are on top for your enjoyment but you’ll find the polished soon-to-be-published books in the box as well.
-S. Brightarrow
And the novels themselves were beneath the original script.
Tyleril Silversword 