Dwarven Caravan Market

To Rûndis, my Moonlight,

Yesterday we reached the fortress of Ost Guruth, out East in the Lone-Lands. The Eglain are not the most outgoing people, but they welcomed us with open arms at the prospect of Dwarven coin and stories of reclaimed honour. It seems Frimsi has had his fair share of dealings with these people, and are on quite friendly terms. It was not a particularly comfortable camping location, but it certainly beat staying out in the cold, so we are thankful.

To Rûndis, my Moonlight,

I am sorry for not writing to you sooner. These last few weeks I have barely had enough time to rest, and most of that time has been spent trying to keep Kharsi from eating all our supplies. So, here is a quick update.

Author’s Note: This piece was shaped with a little help from AI. It provided assistance on things like the structuring, some names, shortening some verbose language/ideas as I'd written, and gave me the odd turn of phrase here and there.

Ethuilon,

Perhaps you've already heard by now, but I'll put it here for the sake of honesty - I ran into Estelain at the Caravan Market last night.

And I'm happy for you. Truly. But I also might have threatened him with my axe a bit, so you have my apologies for that.