It took a few days for the tiny owl to reach its destination, far away in the southern stretches of white sandy cliffs and pristine blue water, where the frozen winds of winter had not yet penetrated. If it wasn't for the owl's eagerness, it might not have been given a reply. But finally, a curt response is put to parchment.
The tiny elf owl returns home on 8 December. The letter that comes in response has no envelope and no return address: simply a folded piece of parchment, with a note scratched inside.
Schlagenweit,
Still can't let the dead lie?
Cohen has been informed of your interest. Don't let him too close to the corpse.
Katsaros