Ziegfried was in his cabin aboard the Dread Master. The vessel was beyond enormous. After inspecting countless chambers for his accommodations he had settled on this one as the best of the bunch. The vampire was dutifully cleaning his clothing after their latest battle. As enjoyable as it had been to personally decapitate Haeminathunn the Tomb King’s dust had unfortunately gotten everywhere. A single knock on the door interrupted his effort.
Ziegfried opened his cabin’s door to discover a large trunk waiting for him. The zombie servant who delivered it was already shambling off to some other menial task. Jovi had finally come through for her dear old dad! Ziegfried quickly dragged the chest inside and opened it. The trunk was packed to its brim with trinkets, relics and clothing. A note was on top of it all:
Dear Ziegfried,Hope the war is going well for you. You better not be dead! Here’s everything we talked about plus a few extra surprises courtesy of your favorite daughter. Hadubrand and I will be leaving shortly to meet up with you and the others. We’re bringing Leflanth and Wispern Tod with us of course. Gods, that dracolich is such a pain. I’ll see you soon.
P.S. Make sure you read the scroll. I know you hate reading, but It’s magically enchanted to raise your will if you do.
Ziegfried pulled out the very long scroll. It was entitled The Fourth Truth and looked incredibly dull. The vampire began to technically “read” the scroll, word by painful word. Boredom quickly overcame him and he descended into a trancelike state (still technically reading nonetheless.) Ziegfried suddenly awoke realizing he had just pronounced the very last word on the ancient piece of paper. A sudden burst of energy coursed through out his body. The scroll really was enchanted as Ziegfried felt his resolve and determination rise to new heights even he had thought were unattainable.
Everything else in the trunk was they had discussed previously, the pitted flowstone, enchanted clothing and the like. But at the very bottom was a bag with a note saying only one word as warning: careful. Ziegfried cautiously opened the bag and peeked within. Inside the bag was full of preserved leaves that seemed to omit a harmonious yet dangerous glow. He instinctively flinched back at first but quickly smiled afterwards as he comprehended what he was looking at. Jovi really was the best to include something like this.