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Dearest Jihan,

My training continues. I had the opportunity of being able to practice with a few members of the guild. Whilst far from the best, I am also not the worst of the lot. Many thanks to you, my brother for your instruction.

Through all my adventuring, I was able to purchase a bow crafted by our own people. It was costly, though the merchant had undervalued the bow when I returned to pay the balance, I corrected him and paid him what he was due. The artisan of such a fine piece of weaponry should not be shorted what is deserved. The bow recieved a few appreciative looks, as is only right for one crafted with such beauty. I almost feel unworthy of weilding such a fine bow, my training session went so poorly. I am here to learn, so I hope to soon do the craftsmanship of our people justice.

But I know that my efforts are at least not in vain. Our rescue of the halfling Slewfoot from the goblin mine proved valuable. He was able to give the guild information about much of the goblin activity in the South, and now there has been a bounty posted for the goblin’s leader.

Not even a few days later, there was yet another attack, this time on our own tavern in the heart of town. And ogre and a handful of goblins attacked the Cleft Tombstone. How the fiends evaded the gate guard and made it through the town unnoticed is difficult to fathom. I slew two of the disgusting creatures easily before they escaped me. The resulting search had the entire guild combing the city and even Micah the Guildmaster and Darik the Armsmaster were assisting in the search. It proved fruitless.

The country here seems overrun, and if nothing is done, this pestilance can only spread into our own lands. I ask Solonor to bless my quest and to guide me in my ways.

Your loving sister,
Shallan