A Farewell

With a final stroke of his pen, Kineada signed his missive to the Joybringers, and quickly glanced over what he had written. For one so glib of tongue, it was a decidedly short message, thanking the organization for its hospitality, and stating that if they ever had need of his services in the future, merely contact the wu jen and he would be happy to lend his assistance. Kineada rolled up the parchment and pressed one of his magical rings against it, sealing it with his dragon symbol. Calling for a page to collect the letter, he instructed the boy to pass it along to whoever passed for leader of the Joybringers these days. After casually strapping his blade sheathes behind his back, for Kineada didn't anticipate any sort of martial activity this fine day, he set about gathering his meager belongings from about the room. Once the items were stashed away into his Bag of Holding, Kineada once again turned to regard the three items still remaining on his desk. A pendant of a moon, surrounded by twelve bluish-white stars, an ornate wooden staff colored a deep shade of royal purple, and a red, silken sash, all recently delivered to him via mysterious circumstances, and all that remained unpacked. Kineada rubbed his chin, and regarded each item intently. He was fairly certain the items had been delivered by divine providence, all showing up on his desk overnight as he was asleep. Of their source, he was certain. None other than the Goddess Sune. Yet as for their meaning, he had no clue. Indeed, it was odd for Sune to be so indirect in her approach. Shrugging his shoulders, and heaving one more heavy sigh, Kineada gathered up the three items, and placed them into his magical bag as well. With one more glance around the now empty room, Kineada proceeded with the incantation that would whisk him away from the hall, and set him on his latest journey.