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Stella Wachter,
May the light of Abadar (or whatever faint glimmers reach your current horizons) find you well.
I write to you from the Stolen Skunkwater, on behalf of the Warden, Kresten Garess. He is currently tasked with an important mission and cannot reply to your inquiry. I am proud to inform you that your legacy continues to shape our young nation. Trade through Pitax and Restov has resumed, and your fortifications still stand proud against bandits and trolls alike. The River Kingdoms whisper of the southern realm that survived itself — a rare compliment, I assure you.
Matters in Brevoy, however, grow increasingly dire. The noble houses of Surtova and Lebeda play their endless game of blades and ballots, yet a darker rumor stirs: sightings of scarlet dragons over the Skywatch range and reports of ancient banners bearing the Conqueror’s sigil. Some claim Choral himself walks again — or that his line has found a way to summon his shade to reclaim the throne.
The Lord Regent insists the stories are “regional hysteria,” but even the most cynical cannot ignore the shifting allegiances among the swordlords. Restov sharpens for war, though none yet know against whom.
Should you or your allies ever return, know that your names still open doors — and closes others.
With deep respect, First Ranger Dalen Redfern