Letter to Father (sessions 1-3)

Father,
I know you don't care to hear from your "foolish" son, but I've decided to chronicle my time in Ashqar and keep you updated. That way you'll know that someone in our family is trying to reclaim our glory instead of wallowing in your current state. I met with agents of Aafsa Haidar, the leader of Golden Falcon Antiquities and was denied a meeting with her as she is apparently one of the rulers of this godforsaken place and is too important for me. In order to gain a meeting with her, I am to go on an expedition to the abandoned ruin of Anu-Asir - a city of magic from days long past. Currently, I am positioned as a guard, however I hope to discover some sort of power to assist me in my goal of restoring the family name. I will write more later and keep you informed.
 
(session 1 / page 2)
It has now been three days on this trip and I am already regretting it. The Jungle is a godsawful mess and I do not understand why they do not cut it down and make a road. The Trees are all large and the air feels as though it is suffocating me at all times. The undergrowth is a mess and I've found myself walking behind a warrior from Tarragona who always seems to have her sword drawn. The first day on this trip people were cordial and chatty - except for the dragonborn. Yes, father, there are dragonborn here. I'd always assumed that they were myth, People descended from dragons, though while dragons are powerful majestic creatures, these "people" are nothing better than fodder. They are treated as slaves or at best, mildly liked servants, and taking into account the demeanor of my dragonborn companion, I can see why. Today we got into a scuffle with some bandits and it caused things to come to a head between him and I. Because the dense pack animal refused to listen to my intent and killed a bandit that I still needed alive, I was forced to act rather... ungentlemanly. I feel as though he will be a problem in the future. The other companion is a local of Ashqar and seems a nice, respectable sort, if not a victim of a poor society and upbringing. I still do not know much about the Woman from Tarragona with the bared blade, but I feel that it may be of religious significance because she has the look of the fevered in her eyes. Today we finally exited the Jungle and have arrived in a place called the Aeon Cliffs. I do not like it, however I will write more later Father.
 
(session 2/ page 3)
We have had some excitement over the last few days on the road, Father and I am unpleased. The first full day in the Aeon Cliffs we were robbed by "kaldib" or some type of local dog people. They took the sword that master Duscan gave me upon my graduation at the academy, and my letter opener. I could care less about the letter opener as it was a cheap present mother gave me as a child and I will be able to replace it with better stock when I restore the family, but I liked that sword. I will return for it some day and they will pay with their lives, and I will burn their village to the ground as interest. I am glad that the family signet ring is made out of silver, because apparently they can smell gold. It gives me a good way to find them in the future. After we recovered from the banditry, we left the Aeon Cliffs and finally entered the Infinite Desert. Father, I tell you now, no one is built for this place. There is sand, fine-grained sand as far as the eye can see. There is no water and anything you see in the distance may be a mirage, or it could possibly be a trap set by a giant sorpion. Please do not ask how I know that. It was not something I wish to repeat. Other than the dragonborn being mostly buried in sand - which was quite amusing. I digress. The leader of this expedition says that we should reach Anu-Asir tomorrow, so I will find out the next tasks that await me and add to this letter then.
 
(session 3/ page 4)
Father, we have arrived at the research camp at the abandoned city of Anu-Asir. It is filled with students and agents of the Golden Falcon Antiquities, however there doesn't seem to be much sense, for all the alleged intelligence that resides here. We spoke to the leader of the camp and he offered us a job - to enter the ruins and search for relics. Should we return with the relics we will be rewarded with coin. I managed to secure an amount dedicated to the family should I fail to survive to ensure that my death serves the family. I am sure that you will squander it as you have the remains of Uncle Leander's fortune, but let it not be said that I did not serve the family well in my last days. The point is moot though, I do not plan on perishing. I was able to talk a young student into parting with his sword, so now I have a serviceable weapon, and we prepare to enter the ruins. I have made plans that should I fail to return, this letter, as well as the sum agreed upon, will be sent to you and the family estate.
 
Before you waste the money you might receive, please buy flowers for mother's grave first.
 
Your Son,
Barian