Trent folded the paper with an uncertain, weird smile creeping behind his mask, the sensation almost alien in its familiarity. "Hana," he repeated the name in his mind, letting it roll over his thoughts as if testing its weight and significance. He wondered why the sender would feel the need to put her first name alone, omitting any last name at the end of the letter. Was the Regina of the Elvarian Concord trying to forge a personal connection with him, or was there a deeper intention behind such a choice?
Trent could only conclude that the letter was crafted informally, intended to remain a secret until it reached his hands, devoid of a signature—just her first name lingering on the page. If Trent were to visit the Elvarian Dynasty for anything at all, it would undeniably be for this Regina of the Elvarian Concord.