My dearest mother,
So far this little excersion the counsil sent we on has been quite uneventful. The man I told you about before, Murdic, his trail seems to vanish before it even begins if that makes any sense at all. I will perservere though, maybe then my brothers won't scoff that the council choose me for this venture although I don't understand myself. I do trust in the wisdom of my elders and hope they hold faith with me as well even if I do not share their xenophobic tenents. Which has carried me, following these rumors before they coaless into smoke, to Atma where I can be reached care of Sir Gunthur Silversword at The Dragon Head Tavern. He seems to be noble and helpful enough and has steered me towards a group of individuals that might be able to help, one of which is a Dwarf! Please don't say I'm to trusting Mother, I believe I'm smart enough to see things as they are. Well, anyway, the human Sir Gunthur directed me to is named Gareth McMasterson and he is an obtainer of historically significant items for a local museum which could be a lucky break if he's as skilled as has been touted. We shall see. I must go now Mother, the good Dwarf has asked me to make blessings with him, I hope our actions and dare I say budding friendship can begin a healing of the tensions between our races. Much love.
Obtenibrous |
