Honorable Frozenfist,

After some effort to try and find your sanctuary I have been successful, but you were busy and unable to give me an audience. I was hoping you could help me, and in turn I would try to help you.

My name is Mileena Hillsborough. Throughout my time in the underdark I have used meditation and introspection as a protective means, a way to survive the horrors of slavery. I learned what I could from a haggard slave who was a monastic scholar on the surface of Toril. I am no expert, but it was all I could do to focus inward my throughts and energies and not be overwhelmed in the sorrow that I spent the past 20 years of my life.

I never imagined I would escape bondage. Well, to be honest, I figured death was my only way out. I never thought I would leave intact. The day finally came though, when a sliver of opportunity arose. Escape I did, but when I finally thought physical freedom was mine, a tunnel collapse insisted otherwise.

I was crushed under tons of rock, and accepting the fact that I was a dead woman. It was escape though, if nowhere else but into the afterlife. However, this is where my problem began. As I laid there, slipping into unconsciousness, i heard whispers. This shocked me to full awareness again, and I looked around for a source of the voice. It wasn't any of my co-escapees who had already surrendered their souls. The I felt something. I felt a tugging at my soul, in my chakras, the source of my ki energy.

I heard a distinct and clear voice tell me I wasn't meant to die there. A warmth filled my body as suddenly the boulders that pinned me down shifted, and I was physically thrown from the cave in.

Ever since that date, I have been hearing voices, and feeling intense radiation from some parts of the underdark. I felt it again approaching your monastary. I am no priest, I am no mage, I cannot ascribe this to any magical or holy energies, because it radiates inside of me, and the voices speak to me from within me. Its unsettling, yet somewhat enthralling as well.

I was hoping you, having attuned your body to ki energy so expertly, might be able to help me to understand these voices, and perhaps attune my own body to follow and discover the reasons I am undergoing these strange occurrences. If you were able to do this, I would be eternally grateful.

I ask only for an audience with you to discuss these matters, and in return I would perform any service you request. I understand your plague of the frost giant, and if necessary, will undertake its removal in order to gain the wisdom you can impart.

Sincerely,

Mileena Hillsborough