* The pigeon drops dead as soon as it reached it's destination. It’s obvious that this bird has traveled far and fast on it's journey. The bird carried a perfect cube of ice which contains a completely dry and crisp folded note. *
To the officers of Rhyme and Punishment
I hope sincerely that this note reaches you, because I believe that my existence might depend on it.
My father died a couple of weeks ago, after a short illness. His last words have haunted me ever since... "Rhyme and Punishment will be your....." . He did not get to finish his last words. Having spent many days of trying to make sense of "Rhyme and Punishment will be your ...", with many embarrassing misinterpretations, someone told me about your guild.
Therefore I humbly ask you to take me under your wings.
My father was Andrew Stizer. Have you ever heard of him? Do you know why he would mention this guild with his last breath?
Hope to hear from you soon.
Sincerly,
Andienne Stizer