Dearest Hilda, Ahm cursed ah tell yeh. Ah spotted a group headin' oot to chase Muredach's lost niece and figured they looked right squishy and could use ma help to survive or at least give me a chance to die a valiant death... Thars a tall longshanks called Bronson , a fiery lookin' rascal named Blaze , an angelic lookin' chap called Shane , the pious Cadfael , an The Chad seems super confident... Travel was fine until we we set up camp. Cadfael seemed to be eaten alive by midgies and was all poofed up the poor bastard. Worse, we were set upon by a Catoblepas in tha night! Ah think ah managed to kill it but ah'll confess ah was stunned at the end thar... so who can tell? Ahm no sure if it was tha midgies but Cadfael ran towards danger instead of fleeing like he should... he did heal me, so maybe ah shouldnae have been so harsh ta him...? We found tha river and headed north... it led us to a weird waterfall which we scaled after investigating fae a bit. Ah dinnae like the voices in ma heed here... We camped at the top of tha waterfall. The weather is shite but had a nighttime visitor again tha night, a Drow by the name o' Gwynim Aleanduis out looking fer a lass called Malice T'sarran. Ah thought she might be his girl or sommit but she's a fugitive by the sounds a things. Seemed ah nice chap ter be honest but he didnae wanna hang aboot apparently. Fookin' spiders! Ambushed again in the night - did ah mention ahm fookin' cursed? We survived, but barely... ah dinnae know if ahm ever gonna find mae way to yer... ahm no afraid tae die... but it has to be worthy... Ah miss yer Hilda... ah'll see yer soon Tordak
