| A copy of a letter, slipped neatly among the papers, written with meticulous handwriting.
Addressed to Kendra and Meygan's parents.
Ada, Naneth.
My deepest apologies for not writing sooner; I meant no disrespect by it.
Time in human lands moves much faster than I am used to, or so it seems. To humans, time is an adversary; they live such short lives that passage of time is not something they seem capable of appreciating. It is almost as if I could blink, and everything will be different when I open my eyes.
Sister and I are here in the human city of Trinsic; the city of honour.
We are both in good health, and being productive i out lives.
Sister is conducting fieldwork, into the use and application of magic in the world. As a part of her work, she served with the guards for a time, and now applies her magical ability elsewhere. In addition, she has also begun courting the city's Trade Minister.
I am researching the nature of the material known as "Blackrock", with some success. Although I am hampered by the poor quality of the human research that I am left using for reference.
There are a few small troubles, but for the most part, everything is well.
Perhaps, if you can find the time, you might visit us. Although the location of the city is a little unpleasant, many of the humans here are more respectable than one might expect.
Your daughters,
In small, carefully flowing handwriting: Valaina
In larger, elegantly sweeping handwriting: Meygan
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You unearth a large piece of blackrock!
You carefully place it in your backpack.
You see: a blackrock elemental
You are dead. |