Alasse approaches Olympus at a breakneck pace. Her greeting to Tod is muffled by the swiftly closing outer door. Her hurried steps cover every room of the bottom floor. Not finding whom she seeks, she takes the stairs two at a time. Happy anticipation turns to disappointment as again her search bears no fruit. Out of breath, she pauses while descending the stairs and takes a moment to think.
"How do I get word to him?"
The sentry's pointed cough disturbs her reverie and an idea forms. Hastily penning a note in her best hand, she again approaches Tod and puts the parchment in his hand. "Should you see the Emperor, kindly deliver this to him on my behalf." The exchange is fumbled; the paper falls to the floor and Tod is able to read:
Joyous news, Lord Logan! I have this morning traversed the western regions of Sosaria, hoping to be of assistance in your quest. The townspeople could not be bothered to help. The Healers, too dedicated to leave their posts. But I did not lose heart, I persevered. I happened upon a humble dwelling situated near an encampment of undead. An agreement was negotiated with its sole inhabitant; and after my personal delivery of a mere five cauldrons, Grizelda the Hag has agreed to be your date for the upcoming festivities! Strength and HONOR! Alasse Re'Uth
Alasse bids Tod farewell and puzzles over the expression on his face as she heads for home.