After teleporting to The Arcanum from the East Protectorate Grounds with The Stormguard, Dhalia made a bee-line to her family's home in the Iron Works. She shook her parents, Risoli and Lysander, awake from their slumber and hastily whispered, "I'm sorry. You have to go. Gather only what's important and get out of here as fast as you can. The Bluecoats are after us. Find my friend Tristram Bedivere in Oathstone, he'll be able to help you."
"Will you be okay?" Risoli asks, already in survival mode as she gathered her double-bladed scimitar, smith's tools, and a family portrait. Lysander packed their clothes, retrieved their saved money, and gathered the old letters from Dhalia's traveling sisters.
"I've lasted this long. We're going to join the revolution. I don't know what will happen, but I need to know you're safe. I'll tell Lily and Iris. There should be enough in there to get you started with new shops." Dhalia gestures to the pouch of 300 gold pieces she shoves into her mother's hand. "Dad fly as fast as you can. Change your names. I'll contact you through Tristram once things have settled down. I love you."
Risoli and Lysander pause their packing to hug Dhalia as tears roll down their faces. They understand the life of an adventurer is risky, but it does not make it any easier to say good-bye. "We love you, too, Lia."
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(Written in Infernal)
Dear Lily / Iris,
Something has happened. You shouldn't come back to Stormgate. I've heard Oathstone is nice this time of year. I love you.