Weeks into your journey to find the cure, a hawk suddenly dives down from the sky and on your hand. A parchment tied with it's taloned fingers. You open it to read,
"If you are ever killed by someone, I wouldn't be at your funeral. Because I would be facing judgment for avenging your murder.
You are more than my empress, you are my friend. We fight together. We die together. All and equal.
And you have been a great friend! I always look forward to having a conversation with you. You'll always be an awesome friend to me, in life and in death.
Send this message to all who you consider your friend, even me if you feel like it. If you get three back, you are loved!"
