*a folded and sealed parchment left with the owner at the four lanterns, with instructions that it be passed to Kai Nightwind at the earliest opportunity, and a gold coin for doing so*
*clearly written in haste, but in a clear, plain, unadorned hand...the writing of someone who knows that the purpose of words is to carry meaning, not to decorate the surface of a page*
Kai,
I have been searching for you this day but could not find you. I would seek your advice.
Yestereve I visited the camp of the miners in the Sharahan hills. On travelling a little further into the hills, I was met by a warrior - a half-orc of considerable proportion, but little wit.
We fell into conversation - simple speech, after the manner of many of his kind - but he stumbled perhaps in his thought, and revealed things he had maybe been bidden keep secret.
He spoke of a 'master', one in red and black armour, his face always covered, and at first I dismissed this as merely an example of a simple hireling being cowed by an employer with a desire to overawe. But then he spoke further of what this master had bidden him do - to slay elves, and men, and to leave tokens at the scene as if they had fought one another - and he spoke also of this master raising the bodies of the slain as dead-that-walk, practicing the dark arts of necromancy. He spoke further, and this I scarce believed - that this master treated openly with a daemon, and that further killing was planned.
I thought not that this warrior, Vurg by name, had the wit to invent such fables, and I fear he speaks only the simple truth as best as he understands it. He spoke also of meeting you in the forest, and being questioned by you, on a time when he had been sent to hunt for elves to slay - so you may know something of this already.
He gave the name of this master as 'Jordan' - although the crude manner of his speech makes this something of a guess of my own - the gutteral syllables of the half orcs have but little merit for conveying subtle tones, and I may have mis-heard.
I would take this to the Sundren authorities, or the church, but I am as yet unused to the intricacies of politics within the city, and do not know the person best to treat with. Also, I fear such scant evidence as this would be met with scorn, or disbelief - you, however, know me enough to know the manner of person I am, and that I would not speak falsely in this matter.
I would be guided by you in this, if you are of a mind to do so.
Yours in friendship and trust,
Ula.
*clearly written in haste, but in a clear, plain, unadorned hand...the writing of someone who knows that the purpose of words is to carry meaning, not to decorate the surface of a page*
Kai,
I have been searching for you this day but could not find you. I would seek your advice.
Yestereve I visited the camp of the miners in the Sharahan hills. On travelling a little further into the hills, I was met by a warrior - a half-orc of considerable proportion, but little wit.
We fell into conversation - simple speech, after the manner of many of his kind - but he stumbled perhaps in his thought, and revealed things he had maybe been bidden keep secret.
He spoke of a 'master', one in red and black armour, his face always covered, and at first I dismissed this as merely an example of a simple hireling being cowed by an employer with a desire to overawe. But then he spoke further of what this master had bidden him do - to slay elves, and men, and to leave tokens at the scene as if they had fought one another - and he spoke also of this master raising the bodies of the slain as dead-that-walk, practicing the dark arts of necromancy. He spoke further, and this I scarce believed - that this master treated openly with a daemon, and that further killing was planned.
I thought not that this warrior, Vurg by name, had the wit to invent such fables, and I fear he speaks only the simple truth as best as he understands it. He spoke also of meeting you in the forest, and being questioned by you, on a time when he had been sent to hunt for elves to slay - so you may know something of this already.
He gave the name of this master as 'Jordan' - although the crude manner of his speech makes this something of a guess of my own - the gutteral syllables of the half orcs have but little merit for conveying subtle tones, and I may have mis-heard.
I would take this to the Sundren authorities, or the church, but I am as yet unused to the intricacies of politics within the city, and do not know the person best to treat with. Also, I fear such scant evidence as this would be met with scorn, or disbelief - you, however, know me enough to know the manner of person I am, and that I would not speak falsely in this matter.
I would be guided by you in this, if you are of a mind to do so.
Yours in friendship and trust,
Ula.
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