Shadow Tower, Lynch Mansion.
"Caw! Caw!"
Two dry screeches came from outside the window. A raven flapped its wings and slowly landed on Lynch's windowsill, using its claws to sweep aside the nettles growing wildly over the edge while shouting into the room through its beak:
"Lynch Valen, apprentice, you've got registered mail!"
Lynch pushed open the wooden window and took the letter from the raven's claws. He casually asked, "Thanks, where's it from?"
The raven responded, "The Putan Kingdom, Frost Cold Town. It's probably a friend of yours from the Human World."
Sure enough, Lynch noticed the Bayn family crest on the sealing mud.
He said, "Someone from my hometown."
The raven replied, "That's wonderful, still having people from your hometown. The life of a Transcendent is so long that most apprentices' parents and relatives fade away into the river of time, no longer visible. Treasure it."
Lynch nodded, "I will."
"Well then, good luck to you."
The raven flew away.
