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. Nevertheless, young Tyrol is convinced that
there is truth to the tale and has persuaded the priest to
allow your representative to witness and record the proof.
That one, needless to say, is me. The cleric has invited
me, in my capacity as official scribe, to join his flock at the
temple, there to witness the miracles of godhood and
provide proof of their existence to you, Most Gracious
Master Lorekeeper!
A ship awaits me at the wharf below. The captain has
promised to carry me to Halcyon, though he warns that the
waters will be rough. We embark with the morning tide,
shortly past the dawn.
My lamp flickers as the oil runs low, and I realize that
most of the night has passed. I will close for now. A rider
departs for Palanthas in the morning, and he will carry this
parchment with all the speed he can muster. I hope,
Excellency, that it reaches your hands in good order. My
next communication shall be sent by more unpredictable
means, for it will originate from the vale of Halcyon itself.
Until such time, I remain your devoted servant:
FORYTH TEEL,
Senior Scribe to Astinus Lorekeeper
*****
Most Merciful Master,
I pen this missive from my room in the quaint shoreline
town of Halcyon. The sun shines through my windows. The
wetness of the recent rain steams on the cobbled street.
Indeed, this is the first glimpse of sunshine I have seen
since weeks before my departure
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