I’m writing you now because I don’t know what’s coming next. That is to say, I don’t know if I’ll be able to down the line. Life was more simple when it was just you, Caramon and me back in Solace. I know you’ve not heard from me since I undertook the tower, and I’m sorry for that. LIfe has gotten strange since then. I had almost passed the Test when things went wrong. I got a little ahead of myself again I’m afraid. I can’t get into it much, it’s why I’ve been on the run. So much has happened since, I don’t know where to begin. My magic has grown, but not without cost. The tower left me… broken in a way. I still have so much to learn.
There’s a group I’ve been traveling with, I’ll tell you about them in letters to come. A motley crew of sorts, it’s hard to say what to make of us. We are well suited to each other, and seem to be holding our own against most anything that comes our way. More importantly we’re not only bystanders in the world anymore, we’ve found purpose. I don’t know how much I should tell you so I’ll keep it simple. The group and I have uncovered an ominous plot. Have you heard of The Black Hand? We believe them to be planning a revival of some ancient dark-hearted evil. We’ve also found help, I think.
I understand if you cannot write in return given your situation. Only know that I’m still here, still fighting. More letters to come I should think. It helps to write things down, helps to keep the mind level.