My Lady,
I have caught this sickness that plagues the town. The Tabaxi had cooked some meal that I could not tell if it was fish or pork and now suffer from this ravenous hunger. The Cleric and Paladin realised quickly and used their healing magics to reverse the effects. The town has requested my help again and I find myself with those same companions, tasked to investigate some marsh across the lake, and once more I bend the knee to serve these people, with the hope that work done now will save me work in the future. Preparation is key, as you taught me, I made a mould of an official town seal, and befriended the town’s log keeper, something for a rainy day perhaps, the man was obviously enamoured of me and his access could help me no doubt.
We made the arrangements to sail the lake, and headed to the Northern docks where we were set upon by bloodthirsty fishlike folk. The leader paralysed me with a spell that I wish you would gift me, and I was set upon by it’s minions. The Cleric saved me and charged for the priestess.
Again it seems I am not powerful enough yet, and I need your help to give me that power. My faith is shaken, I don’t know why I am here, what do you wish of me?
So I have decided that tonight, I will ask for you, I will wait until the gloaming hours, and invoke your name, I can feel the power within me swell and yet I fell in battle again today, it is not enough.
I need Frostweaver.
I need your guidance.
I need you.