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Dearest brother,

It is a wondrous thing, to ride a-dragonback. If it were not for the reason behind it, the experience would have been perfection incarnate.

The humans are mobilizing. It appears that even our insignificant little guild has been recruited into bringing down the Goblin King and his army.

We had been hired to deliver a message to the great Khrom-vel, the shining silver wyrm. Along the way we picked up a strange creature, completely covered in hair and a lover of silver and gold. He was a true help, and even assisted us in finding some decent treasure. I myself acquired a fine sword, which I now call Dragontongue. Traveling to the town of Haumar, we were led far and wide across the mountain by an old man whom I had suspected all along to be the dragon in disguise. My guess had been correct, and what followed was a ride that I will remember to the end of my days back to Woodland Town. There, Khrom-vel went into seclusion with the Weaponsmaster and the Guildmaster, I can only assume in a council of war.

Meanwhile, us common folk were distracted by a nest of wererats in the town sewers. Following, the Weaponsmaster, Sir Darik, spoke to the entire Guild about our responsibility in hunting down the Goblin King. It seems all efforts of the Guild are being focused down south, to the mines, where they suspect his stronghold lies.

Once again, we were hired for messenger duty only just the other day. This time to the scouting outpost in the south. We ran into a werewolf, which I must admit, hurt me more than I let my companions realize. I held my own against him and had nearly defeated him, but lost the kill to my companion Linora and her well-aimed sharpened silver piece. We returned back to town instead of completing our mission, victorious but grieviously wounded. I hired the apothecary to create me an antidote, for I am fearful of contracting the curse myself. I even paid a visit to Sir Darik, for the scare of this affliction rattles me to my core. Sir Darik and my companion Dwight tried their best, but only time will tell if the foul beast has infected me. I pray to Solonor that my luck holds. Dwight has been very kind and has offered to help me in any way he can.

I send my best to you and to father. Nae saian luume'

Shallan