Greatest of the Fey,
I find myself a little time as the others prepare the camp in this evil swamp. You answered my prayers last night and it was my honour to see you again. What a mighty gift Frostweaver is, it’s masterful, such balance and power. I had forgot the grace of the blade and the thrumming energy that pulses through me when I take up the sword. I felt that rush when the blade was drawn against its first foe. A giant crocodile, though not the most glorious of enemies, but the power of the sword was undeniable, the temperature of the air dropped immediately on being drawn.
We explored the swamp, with some members foraging herbs and plants, whilst the rest kept our eyes peeled for foes. The drow ranger informs us that there is a corruption stemming from the North and the wizard confirmed this, speaking of a disturbance in ‘ley lines’. Perhaps this is the reason you sent me to Drynna?
The Tabaxi won’t stop bothering me, insisting I play games with him… perhaps I will. The wizard has sensed Frostweaver’s power and I told her it was a moonblade, and a gift from my lady. She offered to study it and I reminded her that faith doesn’t require one to ask questions.
Your Knight