My darling brother,
I am sorry to hear that the romance with Kyra did not end well. I liked the girl, and I fondly remember the two of you stopping by the village here. Finally I got to celebrate your luck with you and I think we ran out of wine at some point. The evening might still be a bit hazy in my memory.
So your instincts about Lyra have proven to be true. It saddens me to hear that some people just live to take advantage of the gullibility and goodness of others. At least with the nobles and the fey you can see it coming. But you once again did the right thing in letting her go and returning the stolen property to the Ravensong family.
I know you are in no state to stay in Keralon or return to Amarra or your studies, but know that you are welcome here. I could always use someone to look after Bill and Bob (the goats) while I am in Lorewood for a few days. Over the past year the trouble with the fey has increased manifold.
The stories about Ulther have emboldened them and more and more are coming closer to the edge of the forest, causing all kinds of trouble. Luckily they tread carefully when they see my signs and wards. It also helps that a number of the draconians and kobolds front he Fenhunter’s army are still hanging around these parts too. Ever since I helped them after the battle, they have been grateful, and I can rely on them to help me if some fey gets too cocky.
Most of the dealings with the fey have been unremarkable except for one. I have included a drawing of a rune worn by one of them. Does that icy sylvan symbol look familiar to you? It should. I know your knowledge of the language is limited, but I am sure that this belongs to Vivienne, or at least someone close to her line!
Verris he called himself, slender elven boy with long white hair and an arrogant elegance to him. Hunting at the edges of the Lorewood, and not just for foraging, but also for fun. Because it was not just deer he was hunting. He had killed one of the villagers and injured several others, just for sport. The wounds were horrible. I have treated some arrow wounds before, but these were not just normal wounds, all of them had frostburn! And you know what that does if it isn’t treated immediately. Curse those monsters!
So I gathered some of my new allies, a draconian named Saphira and a kobold tracker named Zem. Together we tracked and hunted down Verris. It took several days to find him in the forest and we had to be careful, avoiding other fey in the vicinity. But finally we cornered him at a small lake. Usually I would offer the choice for him to return home and leave us be, but seeing that arrogant smirk on his face when we confronted him, I couldn’t help myself.
I cursed him, my evil eye sapping his resilience before Saphira charged in. Weakened by my magic, he didn’t stand a chance. I took this rune from him, but we left his head on a pike as a warning to others of his kind that these woods are off limits.
Since then the troubles have lessened a bit, but some of the fey are simply not intelligent enough to get the warning.
Either way, next time you pass this way, I will introduce you to Zem and Saphira. I am sure you will like them very much. And who knows, maybe Saphira is a more steadfast companion for you than Elsa, Emily or Kyra ever could have been. She has a bit more scales and a little less hair than a human woman though.
But you’d certainly have my approval!
Your loving sister,
Hayley