Worried Letter

My beloved,

It has been many a season since I have seen you. My love for you still holds vigilantly as our Mother and Warden. The land here is as Salvu said, seldom frequented by Indalas' patrols. The local s'wit I've gathered look to me with reverence, so long as I can keep their barbarism sated on foolish outlanders moving through the Scar. Anything to keep them busy while we keep the roads clear for Galsu's shipments. But I am weary of the robed ones that have revealed themselves to us here at Farasimayn -- they're slippery and incite a brutality and boldness that I have not known in the men. I do not know how this venture will end for me, but I will continue sendng goods, and my love, for as long as I can.

-Your kagouti, Methas