A short letter written in cramped uneven letters on a parchment sewn together from two smaller pieces. It is sealed in candlewax with a small thumbprint in the middle and wrapped several times in twine. It is addressed to Crow, of Bree.
Dear Crow,
I hope this finds you well, it has been a month since I have ritten last. I keep busy with work and trying to lern the speech in the Dalelands. It is a nice place, not too hot and not in mountains. I lerned to hate mountains crossing the mistys. There is much I would say to you about this place but I dont know all the words to rite and parchment is xpen expensiv.
I have saved my coin and with what you gave me I am makin plans. Next month I go to Laketown with a caravan and I plan on staying. What oppur opor oppurrtoo chances I will find to I am not sure but I promise this. I won't live in the streets again. I will rite again once I arrive.
Your good friend,
Anna
PS: I will use your advise once given in a bath in a tomb.
