Infernal Letter

"My Lord?"

Prince Rurik of Ascalon dislodged his fiery dragon sword from the monster he'd just slain and turned his attention to the Ranger leading his escort. "We should keep going," he said.

The ranger, Kiyla Drealthon, nodded. "I agree, my Prince, but the Ruins of Surmia are that way." She pointed in the opposite direction from the one they'd been heading in for the past ten minutes.

"Of Course," Prince Rurik said, although the ranger could tell he clearly had no idea what he was doing. The other three members of the company laughed out loud, but refrained from making any comments.

How on earth she'd gotten into this situation for the...was it the eleventh? time, Kiyla couldn't remember. No, wait. It had all started with that infernal letter.