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Over night, a single letter finds its way from the Viridale into the Enclave's keeping. The parchment especially rough, clearly something of lower quality or even 'home-made', even as unfolding it gives way to neat, even and studious hand-writing. Its destination, for the hands of High Arcanist Sandro.
High Arcanist Sandro,
Breaking my meditations within the Viridale has grown into a surprising, and tiresome affair. While I'm relieved to see the world outside the tree-lines is shaping and changing, I can't help but ponder on it all for hours and hours, now. Aquor it seems has become the hot topic of many debates. Why, any man with the coin for an ale and the constitution for a whiskey seems to think themselves a political expert in and out of the beautiful, sleeping city in the snow.
Indeed, I required none of the alcohol to find myself thinking and estimating the consequences of every action. And I think that I have found my answers in this, that is until I realized, I've heard but only one view of this very complex issue. I would like to come and personally discuss this all, at length. Are you free for a visitor?
As usual, any reply may reach me, be it a sending spell or a knight errant bearing your reply. But please, no gnolls. They terrify the animals, and quite frankly, even for a woman of the woods I find their smell lingers where they've stood for more than a few moments. It is not pleasant.
I await your reply,
The Starweaver
Breaking my meditations within the Viridale has grown into a surprising, and tiresome affair. While I'm relieved to see the world outside the tree-lines is shaping and changing, I can't help but ponder on it all for hours and hours, now. Aquor it seems has become the hot topic of many debates. Why, any man with the coin for an ale and the constitution for a whiskey seems to think themselves a political expert in and out of the beautiful, sleeping city in the snow.
Indeed, I required none of the alcohol to find myself thinking and estimating the consequences of every action. And I think that I have found my answers in this, that is until I realized, I've heard but only one view of this very complex issue. I would like to come and personally discuss this all, at length. Are you free for a visitor?
As usual, any reply may reach me, be it a sending spell or a knight errant bearing your reply. But please, no gnolls. They terrify the animals, and quite frankly, even for a woman of the woods I find their smell lingers where they've stood for more than a few moments. It is not pleasant.
I await your reply,
The Starweaver