Taudl lotha dalninil, but you have to get this letter directly from my mind. I am not yet able to write again. However, I guess thoughts travel as fast to the afterlife as burned paper does, so you should be alright with it. A lot has happened. I think I left you of at the point where we had left Port Nyanzaru. I had kind of a fit when Rhythm died despite my efforts. A few days later again despite of all my efforts and the measly efforts of Faelon Drev’nae got captured by Darklings. They thought that we were part of a plan to destroy their enclave. Well we didn’t have one before, but now… They gave us a watchdog to confirm that our intentions had nothing to do with whatever paranoia they imagined. She really got on my nerves. I have never thought that someone could be worse than Drev’nae but she was. It was so agitating, especially because I couldn’t torture or even kill her without risking Drev’nae’s life. During all of this Borgen managed to kill himself with Tej. Plain and simple, however, Faelon will tell you otherwise should you ask him. Long story short, we got Drev’nae back. I guess the Darklings realized that we are more a threat to each other than to them. Anyhow, I am happy she is back. Confusingly I really have missed her. Although, as things are progressing now I am not sure if we got Drev’nae back or I got transferred to an alternative reality. How dare you!? Except one cigar I haven’t touch any drugs or a drop of alcohol. You should not insult your jatha'la dalninuk, are we clear on that? Good. Now let me go on. My suspicions started when both told me that we are changing our route because I don’t like to go to Camp Righteous. Also they suddenly listened to some suggestions of mine. At least Faelon still tries to get rid of me.Yet, he lacks imagination in his execution. Oh, I haven’t thought of that. You could be right, lotha dalninil; maybe it is a ploy by our older siblings to eliminate me once and for all. On the other hand Rhanagar would not be stupid enough to steal from Tallrene. She would slit his throat or feed him to the spiders without a second thought. Yet, that is what happened. But I am getting to far ahead. Somehow, we found new friends in form of some tiny jungle spirits and they led us to the mentioned camp. And for once I wasn’t a murdering bastard. There was a strange statue with a man carrying a crocodile on his shoulders. It got all explained to Faelon in a vision and with some hints from our little friends Drev’nae and I managed to get the treasure of this strange temple (?). Here I got more doubts about them. But I was interested to see how it plays out. Also I understood very well, that we didn’t want to tell anyone else about what we found. Yet, I thought that she would at least tell Faelon about this jug we had found. She didn’t and my curiosity kept my mouth shut. Now I wish I just had said something before everything spiralled out of control. With Faelon trying to steal the jug from Drev'nae. What I actually want to say is: Taudl lotha dalninil, I might die before I am able to save your soul. Because I rather die myself than seeing Drev'nae and Faelon kill each other. More for her sake than his. Yes, I fear that the two plans that are being formed in my head will both fail miserably or one works to well and I get killed due to it. xuil ssinssrigg dosst dalninuk
