On the 36th of Spring, 514 AV a letter would come into Zandelia's possession addressed to one of her aliases 'Dasoma Zanelli'. In the lower right hand corner was a small beautifully crafted sigil and Nader Canoch lettering beside it. The wax seal upon it was in the sigil of a burning scroll.
Dasoma,
I trust this letter find you in good health and not lying face down and dead in a ditch in some Rhysol forsaken corner of Sunberth. I still think you are stupid for attempting whatever it is you are intending there, but I suppose stupidity is one of your endearing qualities then. I don't know, nor do I particularly care what it is you are planning there though I do desire your safe return to Sahova, if one can call arriving to Sahova as being safe.
In any event, I am doing as well as one can upon Sahova. I possess a slave or two now, so I suppose that is new though otherwise nothing overly remarkable has occurred. I am still researching a number of high risk magical combinations in terms of Glyphing and Reimancy, we shall see how that pans out. Its still mostly at a stand still, though Voiding has opened up a few new doors I am excited to explore. I am starting to see how it is all interconnected, that magic itself is all bound by the same principles and guidelines. The strands are starting to form a whole tapestry, a work of art I know I can unravel and understand given enough time. If the Council would only put the resources behind my research... though I suppose that is a bit of wishful thinking at the moment.
If and when you do intend to return to Sahova I certainly hope your own abilities have increased to a good margin, your talents would serve the Citadel (and more importantly, me) well. I trust you don't need to be told this, but I would rather you not die. I would miss your witty repartee and infuriating curiosity far too much.
In any event, since Sunberth possesses a close proximity to Sahova that affords us a luxury of rather quick replies though expect at least a thirteen to fifteen day delay period. I look forward to your reply and to word on your own health.
-Your friend and lover,
A. Marin.
P.S. This letter will disintegrate after being read by you. Precautionary measures, I'm sure you understand. |
Upon Zand's eyes falling upon the finally word a light gust of air would puff out from the sigil in the lower corner, disintegrating letter.