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Until my next missive, Excellency, I remain loyal to
the service of our cause! Your devoted servant of history:
FORYTH TEEL
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Your Grace,
I inscribe this from the dizzying ledge that serves as
portal to the temple, halfway up a mountain that is much
steeper than it appeared from the valley. I steal a moment to
inscribe some quick observations, prior to entering the
stonewalled temple compound. I will endeavor to complete
this later and send it to you by means of the magical device
you provided to me.
Erasmoth himself led the procession to the gates of his
temple. We stand beneath the alabaster arch, which looms
high above, and wait for the priest to perform his
incantations and gestures, all of which are rendered in a
tongue indecipherable to myself. His apprentices, masked
and silent, remain immobile while he performs his rites,
with Kassandry at his side. Today the high priestess has
been surprisingly aloof, and I wonder at the change in her
attitude. She does not seem unfriendly, merely preoccupied.
I will spare you the details of the perilous ascent to the
temple. Suffice to say that I survived by dint of
concentration on the objective, with oft-repeated reminders
to myself about the significance of the historian's role and
the importance of diligence and integrity in research. I made
it this far . . . and when we pass within the temple walls, at
least the threat of a fatal fall will be removed!
The temple, which has been dedicated to the worship of
Erasmoth's gods, looms above me
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