Letter to Itajain the Creep

[Vlaid]

Dearest Itajain,

Although our contests of martial might have been many and furious, echoing through the halls of the Creep and sandy dunes and although I shall one day and soon vanquish you and your cabal as effortlessly as I have many a melek that has dared to mistake me for a gnome-sized morsel snack, I write to you in the spirit of a wandering faith seeker and not as the Lion they shall name me when your life falls before me.

Pull up a chair and read my words. You see I was once a leader of a flock of elves, many and pious we wandered the dunes of this ashen waste for some ten years searching for sanctuary and salvation.  In those last desperate days I was guided to find this Citadel of ours by no other than a wanderer who called himself Warad. I had no idea then of whom Warad was. I could not tell you if it was the deity walking the land as man or simply one of his faith, but since that day I have given him my prayers and walked beside him in respect. A little known story of how the Well came to be so populated with my elven kin in those halcyon days of refugees arriving.

But of late, I have been filled with a wanderlust of spirit, not of the body, to explore the celestial  and spiritual ways of the Wheel and its adjacent forms in their full nudity without preconceptions. I think that he would approve of this journey of mine I seek to set out on, of spiritual and artistic self-discovery. I grant you this rare opportunity, this great honor, to be part of it. I have put out call to all the faiths to woo me, excite me, move my heart to feel what they feel to feel as they feel and yet....the reply to the opening of my heart to the spiritual suitors has been only a deafening silence. It speaks poorly to their desire to spread their faith. So instead I give you first this opportunity. Outsider, exile, cursemaker, cursebreaker, soultaker, Wellshaker....the end of this letter got a way from me a bit here, but find a way to contact me and I shall fearlessly and daringly stride into your Creep to grace those horrid depths once more with the shining beacon of my presence.

And we will drink. Among other things, together.

Student of the Balladeers,
Velan Volandis

[Minoan Vilekin]

VELAN,

I remember you and your skill.  That night and  another in the tunnels.  If you wish to learn of the Wheel there are better teachers than I.  If you wish to learn the TRUTH, however, there are few others who could even begin to tell you.
So come to Qadira-by-the-sea.  Or maunder in the Creep and hope I sneak in. 
If this is a scheme to ambush and waylay me, I hope you find an asp in your breeches.

-ITAJA

[Vlaid]

[A short letter comes in reply, a petal of a Rose inside]

Your trifling threats do not frighten me, but I speak truly for I am a creature of implicit honesty.  I offer the same warning to you however - you and your little asp will swiftly learn why Velan Volandis always ends up ontop if you try to wriggle your way in.

I will set about sorting out what and where this Qadira place is.

Student of the Balladeers,
Velan Volandis