Letter for Siegward of the Balladeers

[Poolson]

How do you do?

My name's Isadora. I study anomalies - Glooms, most folk call them. I thought I'd take a moment to reach out to you, regarding some old time business.

A bunch of goblins squatted in a Gloom anomaly, turned them oily black, brought about a deep darkness that seeped from them, with a monster like the darkness that came out of them, to attack. It bursted out of nowhere, and blinded whoever came close to it. A frightening thing that scooped up some fellow named Ahmant, and 'showed him the other side'. Baked his brain pretty good, from what I hear.

As it turns out, you are the last living witness that isn't either pushing up daisies or left Ephia's Well for greener pastures, and it would work great for me if we could sit down and talk about it.

Send for me, and we can hash it out at the bar. First round's on me.

- Isadora Sylvestre.