*Varro waited patiently in the guild hall, where Uxor's message had instructed him to go.
He found the place quite private, despite the open nature of the structure. There were many quiet places one could slip into, many people coming and going from it, each on their own business... it was easy to become part of the background. No one asked him questions he didn't feel like answering. No one badgered him for his purpose. They extended their fellowship to him, and had asked for little from him in return. It was in his nature to distrust such an arrangement. After weeks undisturbed however, his reclusive mood was weakening.
He missed his wife with deathly longing... he still did... and perhaps that would have been the result ultimately if left to his own devices. But Uxor had needled him and watched over him like a hawk. She swore she didn't care what he did with his life, and that his choices were his own, but he found that without him even realizing it, she had managed to manipulate his doings.  She had kept him busy for weeks with her errands pertaining to her Masked Ball. After the ball, he still had no peace...
When he went to the bars to drink, she joined him for drinking contests - she always won. Her endurance for the draft was far better than his.
If he hopped in the pit to start a fight, she was the first to leap down and bop him over the head with the hilt of her sword. When he finally came round, he'd find himself in his home with food on his table and a note from her appologizing for 'playing too rough.' He was less inclined to even go to the pit once he learned of the rumors going round about Uxor dragging him through town by his leg in a drunken and concussioned stupor.
He couldn't adventure without the feel that his intentions were being watched, even if he wasn't out adventuring with her. He always sensed that there was someone among his companions who was an agent of hers sent to ensure he wasn't doing something purposefully lethal to himself. Thus his notion of going down in a blaze of musical glory, off to persue his wife in the great beyond, was crushed.
Uxor had offered him the chance to join the Fellowship in the hopes that it would be a place of sanctuary for him. A place where he could nurse his emotional hurts without question, and yet still find a sense of being needed. She said it would be good for him. He scowled, hating that she had been right. 

Uxor strode in and brushed off the grime and gore of fighting from her armor. Seeing Varro waiting for her as she'd requested brought her to smile, one of the only displays she could make that warmed her features.  She brought out her writing impliments and started scribbling away on the parchment as she approached him. He slid down the bench to allow her a spot to sit, shaking his head at her*

No hello even before you start your planning?

*She only smiled further at his comment, making the hissing sound that he knew to be her way of laughing, turning the note around toward him. He could see that she had added in a "hello" to humor him, squeezing the word in at the top...but it was obviously the last thing she'd written. The rest followed as: "I have a favor to ask you. I know that I've probably exhausted all my favors with you, but this is an arrangement that I think you'll find enjoyable."*

*He eyed the note and sighed a bit* Alright, out with it.

*she continued to scrawl on the parchment quickly - he knew that this meant she would be writing a long explaination - as he leaned back against the wall awaiting his sentence. He knew even if he had an objection to her 'favor' there would be no getting out of it. He was good at semantics, but she was very analitical, and had come to be very aware of his mannerisms. It was harder to slip things by her now... he had to settle for small victories at times.*

*She turned the parchment back to his hand, having carried the words over to the other side of it. He cringed seeing she'd written right over top of a scroll of bless. One day he'd teach her to sell the blasted things and buy parchment, rather than wasting the scrolls. She insisted it was because of the heat of combat, and the need for immediate writing... if she ran out of parchment on the road, she would sacrifice a scroll without thinking twice of it. He started to read her words*

"I need you to deliver a message to another guild for me. More over, that is not the favor - that is only a part of the favor. I have had long talks with the Lady of the Fellowship, and other high ranking members. We will be reaching out to several guilds in our city with an offer of alliance and friendship with them. This requirse a need for a representative *he didn't have to read much further to understand the purpose of the letter, but he did so anyway* to communicate our interests to them. If I am to do this duty, I need help. I can write many a heart felt and formal letter, but the power of speech and art is yours. I need you to be my voice Varro. I trust you with my life and know that you have a way of handling yourself among those of a quick tongue and wit. Will you help me?"

*Varro handed her the parchment* And your comrades would trust me as you do?

*she scrawled out* "correction. Our comrades. You're a part of this fellowship too - you might not feel it, but you are. But yes, they understand that I need someone with a bit more charismatic appeal. I am blunt. Bluntness is a good quality for writing, but a poor one for smoothing over disagreements between guild forces. If trouble arose, you would phrase your case with more care and tact than I would. Tact and tactics are different animals I am afraid. My speciality *she drew an arrow and circled "tactics"*"

*He knew that from anyone else he could take her words to be merely fluff for his ego. But he knew she was not the type to conspire... infact, she was never known to be two faced, even to her enemies. He nodded* explain your conditions to me and duties, and I will consider doing you this favor. 

*She furrowed her brows and wrote* "No semantics, Varro."
*he feigned innocence at the comment, and she continued* "Either you want to help me or you don't. Ask questions, but don't make me spell everything out just so you can think of ways around it. I am not in the mood for games. I approached you with this because I thought you might appriciate feeling needed. I thought you might enjoy the chance to rub elbows and feel important. Mostly I thought you might enjoy getting recognized for your skills with this sort of thing. Was I wrong?"

*he smiled slightly - it was fun sometimes to see her so bent out of shape over simple jokes. She was right, she definately was blunt sometimes* No, infact, you were more right than you know. Might be nice to get out from under your constant gaze after all. *he shrugged a little*

*She wrote with a glare at the page* "I like to think that I'm your friend Varro. What's more, you might feel like I have my thumb on you, but that's because I owe it to your wife's memory to make sure you are safe, so long as that is within my power. If you're..."

*he was reading over her shoulder and reached out to stop her from writing further* No more, no more. I will do this favor for you. *he tried to stifle the smile on his face at seeing he'd completely managed to bend her out of shape*  I also like to think we're friends, and I appriciate your concern for me. If it makes you feel better, being here has righted my outlook on things. If these folk trust your judgement, then I will help you.

*She nodded slightly, but wrote further* "If you accept this, there is something more I must ask. You must swear to me that if you fall in your ventures, that you will always accept a ressurection... from a preist or otherwise. If you cannot swear this to me, then you cannot do my favor."

*He was quiet, staring at the parchment for a long time, his smile having faded. He said quietly* You really think I want to die, don't you?

*She shook her head and took the paper back, trying to think of how to express what she felt. She settled on writing* "I think you really want to see Endaria again"

*He nodded slightly* You are right. And you are wrong. I will, however, swear to you that I will accept ressurection in whatever form it may come. Endaria is in the afterlife, and thus, she has eternity to wait for me.

*This seemed to satisfy Uxor, and she wrote* "Very well. There is another that I wish for you to meet with to discuss further details, he is someone you will more than likely work with frequently, as he is also an Ambassador... and I should like to give you a proper introduction to the Lady. *she paused her pen strokes a moment, resuming with* thank you for this."

*He played off her seriousness with his usual flippant comments* Yeah yeah, well I can't have you moping about if I said no *she knew it to mean "you're welcome"*  

((as posted on the Order of the Wolves guild embassy board

((sorry such a long read. The below is light-rp mostly for flavor))

*Two figures are spotted approaching your pack, talking in hushed tones as they walk. . . or at least, one of them is talking. The other seems to write a series of notes on scrolls, nodding her head frequently to the auburn haired man who points and makes gestures with his hands.*

*The man has a lute strapped to his back, and his long hair is pulled back with a tie, his face clean save that of the tuft of well groomed - and equally reddish - hair that grows just beneath his lips. The woman who walks along side him is somewhat of a contrast to his wine colored appearence.  
She seems to gleam like walking frost in all ways. Her hair is a stark white, pulled behind her ears and braided slightly in the back. Her eyes are a chilling pale blue, which pierce out from her equally pale features. Her skin tone is snowy, her lips devoid of blush, her eyebrows and even her lashes as white as the hair on her head. *

*The two figures both bow low and deeply. The man, still with body bent down, speaks with a calming, moderately deep voice.*

Strength and honor to the wolves. My name is Varro Valerius Velox. Several of you may be familiar with my companion, the Lady Uxor. *the two shifted up from the bow* Forgive her silence, for she is mute. I speak in her stead. We come with tidings, as ambassadors of the Fellowship of the Golden Night. Our leader sends these words of comraderie, joy, and good will to you and your pack.

*the man produced a scroll and read it aloud* "We reach out to the Order of the Wolf with an offer of alliance, to embrace them with our Fellowship.  Witchfinder had betrothed me, Hope of-the-Lady as leader of the Fellowship of the Golden Night.  We wish to rekindle our past fellowship; may we enjoy the Order of the Wolf's  "howl" during our Golden Night!"

We also come with a proposition to those ends, and desire a meeting between we, the Fellowship's chosen ambassadors, and the alpha of your pack . . . or any ambassadors you have among your ranks that you deem appropriate. . . to clarify our intentions and the specifics.

As our appearence and offer comes without warning, we shall await any representation you see fit to send, if it pleases you, at a time convenient to you. For the next several days, we shall be keeping a room at the Phoenix Tavern. If we are not seen, simply present this message to the staff of the tavern, and they will know our wearabouts: that you are seeking the Maiden of Living Ice or the Minstrel

*again the two bowed low, if not more so than before* May your hunts be fruitful, your den safe, and your strength unparalleled, most noble wolves.

((As Varro said, I come on behalf of the Fellowship of the Golden Night with a proposition. Whom ever I might speak with concerning it may contact me in any of the following forms - here on your forums, on our forums at the fellowship, in the DDO forums to Merlask, or even in game with Uxor, Merlask, or Varro - though I prefer a place where any roleplaying we might do can be transcribed to add to story archives. Doesn't have to be rp either, this was more to break up the 'norm' of guild alliance offers    PM is also acceptable, as is my email, alacer.sicarius@gmail.com

Seeing as this is the holidays, whenever it is convenient for you to 'meet' is fine for us. I look forward to the chance to speak with you.

With the most respectful of regards,
Uxor/ Merlask / Varro