To my family,
I hope that my letter finds you well, though it may be some time before you see this, when I can find either a trustworthy courier or a Sivis message house.
My travels continue to keep me far from our beloved homeland, and these days it seems that strangers and even former enemies can become allies in times of need or convenience. Currently, I am making my way to the Lhazaar isles with a contingent of guards, and a few other… specially-trained people, on another assignment with the Blademarks. Most of those at my side are plain enough, but I will be honest and say it is strange to fight side-by-side with not only one of the Hobgoblin peoples, but a dragon-born, from Q’barra, I think. Despite all the tales, neither of them appear to dine on the living flesh of babes, or wear the skins of men and women for their clothing——though the Khoravar woman who is of our company is a surprise: rather boisterous, sometimes blustering, and even foul-mouthed for one of her kind. Even more surprising is her claim as a Medani diplomat, considering her disposition…
Thus far, we have had our fair share of skirmishes, no doubt due to our choice of path; we undertook passage through Khyber, briefly, and the bizarre creatures that crawl there like worms in an apple are dangerous indeed. Yet, my faith has carried me this far, and back to the surface of the world I have emerged.
There is still much yet I have to tell of my travels, even before now… and perhaps someday, I may be able to tell you those tales, of the end of the Last War and the times since. I hope to return to visit soon, rather than sending only short messages and Kundarak bank-markers. Until then, you are in my thoughts, and my prayers, for we are all bound together by the Divinity Within. Be well, dear sister, honored father, beloved mother.