A letter from Atrus

[Atrus Rand]

My fellow Tradesmen in good standing,

The rumours of my sister in this land have been proven false. Unfortunately it was an ambush, but I made it out ok (which is strange, considering my past record.)

Unfortunately, I will not be returning from this land any time soon. The clues of my sister's still being alive are fresh in my memory, and something tells me if I keep looking, I will come across her in a place I may least expect.

I would hope that MacBix, Gravius, and Trino are caring for the headquarters well. That place is a library of my own creation. It has thousands of important documents concerning guildhall law and mana. Perhaps MacBix would like to take a shot at reading some of it one of these days. We have a few books I know would interest him. "The art of dismemberment. Head, Shoulders, knees, and toes.", "Killing with the mind, and other things best left to a sword.", "The neck. The Gods' greatest mistake."

Oh, I'm getting off topic again.

I shall return one day to show the town of evermoore what a Dalesman Ranger is once again. So have patience, and I hope this letter reaches you, I'm sure my men can do it.

Signed,

Atrus Rand

[Gravius]

Father Gravius shuffles into the compound after a long absence and finds this letter pinned to the board. It is strange he has not noticed it before. His expressionless face finally breaks into a smile after his long trip to get here from his own abode. He laughs aloud at the latter sentences of the page. With practiced skill, he pens a response to the letter:

Atrus,
I will start by being frank: I am not aware of who "your men" are. Nor am I positive about what exactly you mean by revealing what a Dalesman Ranger is to the town. I would hope the prior and latter are not connected in some way, but seeing where you are from, my hopes might possibly be in vain.

Regardless, MacBix may continue to feign illiteracy to avoid reading anything in your library, of this I am certain. One can even argue that he may not have the skill of written communication mastered, as I have currently reread his article about chasing a raven to Eire to find Priestess Maggie Grimm. While this speaks quite a bit about his level of intelligence, the writing (and subsequent humor) was almost lost amid a sea of misspelled words and improper sentences and punctuation.

I hope you are doing well, and that your experiences were not too harrowing. I hope to see you sometime soon. Until then, I hope you may return to read this.

Sincerely,
Father Gravius