[Written in Eris' elegant hand, the writing is a hint shaky, and meanders far from the straight lines of her usual script.  The paper smells faintly of smoky alcohol.]

Jenson!

You're back!  The papers are a-buzz with the wrenching of Jack from our streets.  I believe your name was mentioned several hundred times.  Jack is dead?  Jack is dead!  Your ( Read more... )