Hello, Melda! I hope this letter finds you well.
I am not well, honestly. First, the trip here was three weeks. By boat. I think I was seasick the entire time. The good news is, I am now capable of fighting even while throwing up. The bad news is… I threw up a LOT.
Do you have any cures, at all, for seasickness? Please? We still have to go back the same way. I would survive, but I… am NOT looking forward to it. And there’s a difference between ascetic and stupidity.
In addition to that, I was duped into trying semi-psychadelic dwarven grog. I, sadly, now have a point of reference for the term “hung over”. I have sent you a cask. You would enjoy it. Do you have any cures for hang-overs?
We are at the city of Alkenstar, which frankly is an engineering marvel. We traveled on a bridge 22 miles long and 150 feet wide; it was the most amazing man made structure I have seen thusfar, though we haven’t actually gone into the city yet.
How are you? I hope you’re not lonely over there. Chances are you’re probably elbow deep in some alchemy thing that’s highly explosive, hahaha. I think you would like the proprietor of the inn we’re staying in, the Shady Lady, though I’m not sure he’s trustworthy.
I don’t know if you’re going to reply back. If not, that’s ok. I just didn’t want you to feel forgotten, and I enjoy writing letters. Tell Drun I said hi and high five!