Letter to Isabella

Started by -UnholyWon-, April 20, 2023, 12:58:20 AM

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-UnholyWon-

[A simple letter, tied closed with bit of green yarn with a drip of candle wax to seal the letter with a symbol of a serpent pressed into it.]

Dearest Isabella,

It has been some time since we last spoke, and I hope this letter finds you well in good health. My research into the native species of serpents has kept me away from the Well for several weeks, and I have found a small following who share my same interests. It is likely best I retire from the heroic adventures of the past, and look towards other avenues of renown amidst the vast desert wastes. Sadly, the Cult of Bashmu has made the Well a hostile place for a snake charmer despite my status as a voiced citizen.

Out here in the desert, I feel free, and happy. Although, Zsa Zsa did grow accustom to the easy prey of mice found within the walls of the Well, I feel she is happier travelling. My research on the Arrowhead Viper is nearing its conclusion, and should I return to the Well, I will publish my finding for all to read.  Now, my companions and I turn are direction to the Jungles of Hufaidh. We've heard of a rare breed of python which lurks in pools of water deep within the jungles known to reach the length of four stonefolk stacked on top of one another. It is rather exciting to learn of such a species, and I look forward to researching it.

My thoughts and prayers are with you and Ellanher, and I hope that is recovery is swift. If I remember correctly the curse had done considerable damage to him. I wish you the best, Isabella.

Your loving adopted son & snake, 

Petro & Zsa Zsa
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Empress of Neon

*An older woman's eyes well with tears. She closes them, as she folds the letter back into its envelope; pushing out a stream of tears as she did so. Tucking it away in the back of her ledger, as a somber smile crept with the opening of her eyes.*