A piece of parchment given to an acquainted Neran merchant leaving Winne Attema's grand ball.
Salutations relative. Kind regards to the collective back in the homelands. I can hardly believe this is the beginning words I have to share while away. No one will believe the lavish events that occurred these last moons.
Sound travel was had while travelling to the destination. Couldn’t believe a client would escort and endow me to attend this event. Out in these wetlands, my skin is unused to the humid conditions. Unaware to me, the client was a To’Resk student I gave combat instruction to seasons ago. Right away, he disclosed that I was to bodyguard an event that were to occur in three moons. Guarding the secondary dining hall that were to hold vital youth to the noblemen attending. Everything was given to me while I rested, and talc was received to mask my skin tone.
Onto the main reason I’m writing this letter. Now to the night the ball was had.
Everyone had a gay attitude that night. Sounds can be heard in every nook. To my guarding district, all I had to handle were drunkards stumbling to court noblewomen. The magnitudinous event was cut on the second evening. To my dismay, I am cordoned with other workers to be interrogated. Eerie to my chances on write again but will try at soonest notice.
To She Whom Balances All
