Once again my travels take me a different port, a different ship. The Glistening Arrow, my home for the past couple months, unfortunately had a breakout of the plague, I was only one of twenty that survived this scourge. Seeing these men die in such unfortunate circumstances reminded of the life that I wholeheartedly wish I could’ve spent with you, a quiet one with a farm to attend to.
However, my next port of call harbors an interesting opportunity. My travels ended me up in a tavern where I met a charismatic gnome, Master Shortstone, who was seeking new hands for the Forlorn Hope. I must’ve attracted the bards eye among the crowd for it wasn’t long that we had a joyous conversation. In the end, my new berth is onboard this vessel.
Do you remember the time when we visited the port at Quent together and we saw the mixed band of dwarves and undine? The same feeling, that I had with that bunch, is the same I have for this crew. It is expected to see as such a diverse crew as in the finest ports, but never would I have expected such variety; they even have a merfolk on board. If the rumors I heard among the crew are to be true, then it is in my best interest to follow this course.
It is hard to explain…but my intuition tells me that this could be my best chance to impress your father. My darling, I have to prove myself to him, it is the only way that you and I can be together. I do not have great love for many things in this world, but you are my anchor, my north star. While I do not pray, I will nevertheless hope this comes to you.
I will write to you as soon as I can. The Forlorn Hope will set sail for future harbors on the way to our destination and I will do my utmost to have this delivered to you.