[Letter to Kythaela Reithel]

[Fortuna Imperatrix Mundi]

[A letter arrives at the Krak des Roses. It is written on a poorly-scraped vellum and seems to have been penned in some haste.]


Kythaela,

I heard your bellows. I live, though I hunt and am hunted by a terrible Enemy, one that I have writ of in my prose and verse. I put no specific words to describe Its nature on this page except to say:

Look unto the works I have given you. Find the one that does not rhyme, then the third verse, and there your answer is found in brief. For specifics, wait for me to make my own a bellows, and then seek me then at the cave of Wyld Shae. Bring me any artifice of flame that you can spare.

I am ever moving.

Amelie