Rae ArdGaoth
Explorer
The Letter:
Shadya,
Your brother Rais has returned from his travels, and he will soon become a Dervish of the Sairundan! He need only pass the Test of the Fifteen Winds. Your brother and I wish for you to attend his Dervish trials, it will be a grand celebration. Six full moons from the writing of this letter is when the trials shall take place. It has been two years since you left us, and my heart aches from the absence of my daughter. I hope you will return to us for this momentous event.
But you must be warned: The deserts are dangerous, and the fire clans of the east are encroaching on our trade routes. Should you choose to come home, as I hope you do, you must not travel alone. If you have received this, you will have met my old friend Joe Smith of the Red Dragon Inn. I have sent four small kegs of Sairundani Stormbrew and two bottles of Nimbusad, a rare wine bottled at the edge of the world. They would catch a fair price anywhere, and if I know Joe he will offer more than their value. Take his coin and hire an escort. The Red Dragon Inn's reputation has reached even here, I am sure you will find several able bodied warriors who will assist you on your journey.
One worry you no longer need dwell upon is being bound by the Hurakan tradition to a son of Typhoon. Sabil has had his two years to find his daughter, and she has not returned. Kaida yn Jamil will marry Abdar ai Typhoon. She is absolutely enamored with her husband-to-be, and even Sabil has found some joy in celebrating their happy union.
Should you choose to stay in the wetlands, your family understands. If that is the case, spend the coin wisely.
May your heart be as strong and your blades as swift as the wind,
~ Hayder ai Hurakan
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The sky outside the Red Dragon Inn is clear as far as the eye can see. It is near midday in the middle of the summer. The sun is shining brightly overhead as Shadya and her hired escort of adventurers walk the streets of Orussus. Perhaps it is not the best time to venture into the desert, but there is no time to waste: the letter took many weeks to arrive, and the journey from Orussus to Sairundan is long.
But before the group sets out, there are plans to be made and supplies to be bought...
Shadya,
Your brother Rais has returned from his travels, and he will soon become a Dervish of the Sairundan! He need only pass the Test of the Fifteen Winds. Your brother and I wish for you to attend his Dervish trials, it will be a grand celebration. Six full moons from the writing of this letter is when the trials shall take place. It has been two years since you left us, and my heart aches from the absence of my daughter. I hope you will return to us for this momentous event.
But you must be warned: The deserts are dangerous, and the fire clans of the east are encroaching on our trade routes. Should you choose to come home, as I hope you do, you must not travel alone. If you have received this, you will have met my old friend Joe Smith of the Red Dragon Inn. I have sent four small kegs of Sairundani Stormbrew and two bottles of Nimbusad, a rare wine bottled at the edge of the world. They would catch a fair price anywhere, and if I know Joe he will offer more than their value. Take his coin and hire an escort. The Red Dragon Inn's reputation has reached even here, I am sure you will find several able bodied warriors who will assist you on your journey.
One worry you no longer need dwell upon is being bound by the Hurakan tradition to a son of Typhoon. Sabil has had his two years to find his daughter, and she has not returned. Kaida yn Jamil will marry Abdar ai Typhoon. She is absolutely enamored with her husband-to-be, and even Sabil has found some joy in celebrating their happy union.
Should you choose to stay in the wetlands, your family understands. If that is the case, spend the coin wisely.
May your heart be as strong and your blades as swift as the wind,
~ Hayder ai Hurakan
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The sky outside the Red Dragon Inn is clear as far as the eye can see. It is near midday in the middle of the summer. The sun is shining brightly overhead as Shadya and her hired escort of adventurers walk the streets of Orussus. Perhaps it is not the best time to venture into the desert, but there is no time to waste: the letter took many weeks to arrive, and the journey from Orussus to Sairundan is long.
But before the group sets out, there are plans to be made and supplies to be bought...
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