Letter to Versi (#7)
(Written stood next to Helikaon, staring down after Aeneas while the rest of the party rested.)
Versi,
I’ve a moment while everyone rests, and thought I might spend it writing to you. The last letter I wrote was rather angry (and, I suspect, an unpleasant read should it ever reach you) so it seems only right to try and follow it up with something that is, if not happier, at least a little less turbulent.
I won’t lie to you. I’m heartbroken by the rift that formed yesterday. But I mustn’t focus on it. I can’t.
You know, this mine must have been impressive once. A sight to behold. A marvel of man. Or, Dwarves. But I can’t shake my uneasiness. I want to say it is the monsters that have made this place their home, or the bones that are littered everywhere… but I’m not sure that is it.
You know, staring down into this hole, I swear I can hear the sea. Which is ridiculous, I realise. I think it is just wishful thinking; my mind inventing some sort of comfort while it struggles with my emotions in this awful place.
I’ve been searching around for some sort of clue for the password to a contraption we are supposed to use. But there is nothing here. Perhaps Aeneas will have better luck in the chasm he has flown into. Helikaon is staring rather intently down there after him, but I can’t see…
(The letter stops here abruptly, ink smeared slightly, obviously interrupted by something startling. Below this, a hastily written list fills the rest of the page.)
Elevator* Contraption* Bronze* Dragon* Cockatrice* Waterfall* Forge* AD2 Breath Scale Talon Mytros | Kyrah Pythor Volkan Vallus Drain Stop Silence Stars River Friend Breath |