First message
You finally arrive at Castle Scylla after a multiple-day journey, and you are exhausted as the stagecoach driver ushers you along before quickly taking off. You walk to the large main gate, and before you step too close, a pillar of flame emerges before you, taking on the image of Alexandria Frites, forcing you to take a step back from the heat alone. "You must be the little flame I've been expecting." The flames crackle and hiss. "You're lucky the one who wrote me is such a dear friend. Now come along, little flame."