*given to the ascenion cultist in Upper by a beggar child*

Seekers, long has it been since you saved the day, Killed the slavers and spoke of the way. Because of the seekers I am now free. But now I am empty, unsure what to be.

I search for a purpose, a reason to life, something more than struggle and strife. The answer came to me in my dreams. I will find the surface, where the sunlight gleams.

Seekers, I offer my knife, I offer my bow- So the path to the surface, we can know. I am a scout, a dreamer, one of your ilk. To find me, seek the one called Silk.

*A letter is penned in response and provided to the Ascensionist*

Silk,

Finding the Way of the Ascension to the lands of the Sun kissed surface requires the dedication of those free people who are not satisfied living the remaining of their days in this abyss of darkness. While your knife and bow are always welcomed, your heart and dedication to finding the Way is more eagerly sought. Seek out a Seeker when you are able, there is much we can discuss.

Airandir

*Another letter delivered by beggar child*

Seekers, I wish to speak. Things for me, are bleak. For some time you will find me alone, In my makeshift home, the crone. If you could, please make haste, Remaining in this place is a terrible waste. Please come hear what i have to say, So I may help you find the way.

*Received*

*No response is sent*