Dearest Gwen,
I miss you might and day. The moon makes me weep for the memory of the color of your scales. The sun reminds me of the mornings spent sunning, better days. I miss you. I am ok, bruised but determined. As you know I have reached Talmuth and been able to find lodgings in the local tavern. My room is no larger than I require, through remains loud. Nights I go underground and scour the local dungeons.
Last week, I found myself bold enough to visit the dreaded Visum Vaults and while the monsters were fierce my largest defeat was finding that I could not mine or fish at all. Without the worn and folded old town portal scroll I keep in my shoe I might now be here to write you this letter.
It seems my lot in in the Arcane Pits for the time being and so be it!
I'll not let this sour my mood! Since we last spoke I have found a variety of small gems, rings, and trinkets. I've spent sleepless days hoping to find a new sword or ow but fate just laughs at me. When I did finish off a deadly spider and hear the clin of metal the sword it had dropped was rusty and nearly worthless! Ugh!
My dear Gwen, I will not abandon my post. I will find our fortune and return home to you as soon as I am able. I will see you in my dreams tonight darling. XOXO
Dearest Gwen,
This place is changing me. My scales are going pale and my eyes are feeling larger. People treat me as if I have become strange and maybe because of this I am spending more and more time in the underground. I would rather spend my time in the company of Watchers and Skulks than the links of these 'towns-folk'.
I will write again soon.
Dear Gwen,
I am sorry to have not written you sooner. There has been an accident. I can walking down the same dungeon hallways I had a thousand times before and I slipped. maybe I was tired, I dont remember. I felt the plate slide under my foot and before I could move the flames were on me. Somehow I got back to the surface and met with the doctor. I fear you may not recognize me. I don't know that I recognize myself.
My scales are charred and strangers look at me with distrust in their eyes. What fools. There are worse than me about this town. I'm growing bitter and strange. I cannot sleep in the days as I used to but I am not tired. The time I spend aboveground is sleepless and angry.
I just need some rest, and you, I miss you Gwen. I miss you.
I dont know when the first time it happened but the Pits are changing. I am sleeping down here now. Much more quiet, just reach the exat and then get some rest, no prying eyes after you cut them out, hahah.
Gwen I have got so good at cooking fish you would not believe it. I will show you, sometime. The secret is to keep it nice and rare, my mouth waters!
These past days suddenly I have been finding pumpkins and strange coins. All and all it's very mysterious. Soon I will have to return to town and face the rabble. I hate them and their stink. I will be able to ask them if these strange pumpkins and coins have been showing up to others. Maybe it's all in my mind, haha
Gwen,
I returned to town and found myself face to face with death.
Death in their boney wisdom has saw fit to fill the dungeon with the skulled coins and mysterious goards. If you are clever enough to find them and survive they reward you with all manner of treasures.
Gwen, I have forgotten your face, I am never returning home. Bloodshead and gold are my life now. And pumpkins. You would not understand.
I have looked into the eyes of death and they offered me a pumpkin spice muffin.
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