To Master Reader Zatharius, Candlekeep
My esteemed colleague,
I have arrived in Leilon safely and made the acquaintance of your simulacrum, Gallio Elibro, who has been most helpful and accommodating. Which is more than can be said for the tower, and indeed the town itself, if it can even be called that. Ruin is far more apt, for even the tower is open to the elements and not entirely structurally sound. However both Gallio and myself have made the best of it, and have been securing the books and items into the rooms less likely to be impacted by the weather.
You will be glad to know that there is quite the abundance of information stored in this tower, and I am sure that your simulacrum will serve you well in relaying it to you. As for myself there is less here than I would have liked for my own purposes, although I have been aiding Gallio in decrypting a spellbook that has some promise. Of the group you mentioned, I have seen no sign, although they have been here, and, it has to be said, one of them inadvertently destroyed an entire room full of knowledge, which is exceedingly frustrating. Perhaps Gallio has mentioned it to you in his own missives.
Although I have only been here a short time, I am already sorely missing the comforts of Candlekeep. Even with the aid of magic, this place is barely habitable, and even basic food made by the townsfolk is sorely lacking. I laud your decision to remain in the vaulted halls, rather than coming here yourself, and only wish I could likewise be there if not for the lure of what the tower holds.
There was some mention of a magically hidden shop in Leilon, which I am curious to seek out. It seems rather unlikely a place, as the town itself has only a couple of buildings that are not a shambles of broken roofs and crumbling walls, but you know yourself the foibles of those of us keen to venture into the world. I shall let you know if I find anything of interest.
For now I shall return to my task, and allow you to return to yours.
Scribe Tiaumil.