"If a letter was important enough to be coded it is important enough to be decoded." Zachariah said. "As for the crew and their ship, the head has been cut off and the body has been mutilated. They're as good as dead for me, so I may focus on this particular mystery." He looked up at her for a moment. "If I had a home, I wouldn't wander. That would defeat the purpose, I only know a place where I feel most comfortable, where there are creatures like me." He returned his focus to the letter, beginning to remember bits and pieces of the code. He had to count the words between the bells... but how many? Six? Seven? He strained his mind to remember this final detail, the final piece of the puzzle.
"Well; does something about this letter bother you? It is probably ages old, and is better left alone. The Creator would not have me meddle in Elven affairs." Why? Probably because she was inteeligent enough to make connections, but had not the common sense to see what Razgriz was trying to do. "If you wish to return to the village, then we shall. But as soon as you make a conclusion concerning this letter, you will have to leave."
He finally was able to remember, completely unaware of Irinys' words, or even that she had spoken. "Elven." He said. "Eleven words." He examined the note carefully. Between references to bells ringing, it was the first word after the word 'ring' or 'chime' or the like, and each eleventh word after that, ending with the second reference to bells ringing or chiming. How could he be so foolish as to forget his own experience with the code? The day he had gotten a letter equally as awkward and subtly odd, and after quite a bit of asking around, talking to people in taverns, and wandering about marketplaces, he had found someone who understood the code.
He examined the letter closely, and eventually found the full coded message. "He is dead. Run. He can no longer protect you." Zachariah finally said. "That is what the letter reads. A bit of a disappointment." He folded it up and put it in his satchel, looking towards Irinys. "Let us get to the port, now."
"I told you that it was nothing to worry about, did I not?" Irinys said, haughtily. She half-walked, half-flew to the edge of the clearing. "We should be getting to the port indeed. It is high time you were gone."
With that, she continued onwards in the direction of the port...and then she realized something else.
"I cannot enter the town with you, you know. Its edge is as far as I shall go. I do not consort with so many humans as are in a whole town unless my master bids me to."
Zachariah sighed. "I see." He said. "Here." He took the letter out of his satchel and placed it on the floor in front of her. "You keep it, it came from your domain after all." He gave a slight smile, inclining his head before he started off to the port. An interesting adventure, albeit it mostly unprofitable.