Letter sent in the mail to the Hourglass for Coatleque Crofte.
Dear Cici,
I am so tired and sore. It is more than just physical; my mind aches as if it is paying a ferry toll to the service of the elements and my heart aches.
I have seen this same look in your eyes before, the unending fatigue. I feel it now as well. So much needs to be done.
We found him. We were deceived in a most cruel manner and he pays for it. I would say the worst ache of mine is for Sir L'aenoh. Ever since we caught on to Hnaba's tricks and her deceptions to lead us astray from where she had taken him, I have been on the move it feels like.
It is odd, this man L'aenoh. I can tell just from the look in his eyes his strength. He is aloof and strangely reminds me of Alveo time to time with his quiet nature and distance. There is a warmth were one to look hard enough. Though he is still and unnoticeable, he sees things. He pays great attention to detail and underneath the easy to observe, it is as if Thaliak has given him a new eye. A stronger eye.
It struck me quite roughly when I heard his voice cry out. Surely I would think that I move as fast for anyone else's entreaty, but the tug and frustration was immeasurable. This man has love and a new family, a tribe as they say, that he thoroughly deserves. Such a selfish creature that Hnaba was; how dare she scoff at what she tried to steal.
She even killed another, Cici, killed another man and dressed him up in L'aenoh's clothes, his eye-patch and all, and burned the body hoping we would give up. Foolish monster underestimated Thaliak in all of His blessings and put the eye-patch over the wrong eye.Â
It hurts. It hurts so much to recall in my mind.
He refused to stay in Gridania! Thaliak only knows why, but I found myself running through the Twelveswood after him and Lady Staefurle only to grant his wish of returning home. I am nearly glad I did not hear how many bells we were out walking through the cold desert at night until we reached the ferry back to Limsa. After that is naught but multiple requests and it is all I can do to keep my wounds clean and hope they heal with my constant travel.
She poisoned him and I need a grave help with it. These cities, their rules their shadows try at my patience. This somnus is hard to find and the majority of my inquiries have been ignored and pushed away while others seem quite willing to lead me astray. One night I was given a hefty proposition for it that only speak of true ill will.
At first I only wished to get some to test and understand what withdrawal L'aenoh suffers from, but I realize the case is far more grievous than that; he has begged me for it. The look in his eye with those sunken cheeks is quite a weight to bear. I must get this for him, I must treat it to lessen its effects and curb the torment his body is receiving not that it is without.
I contemplated asking Master Vann about it, but I dare not. He is a very influential man and he has spoken to me about such ventures before; were I to take advantage of his generosity would be in poor taste. Do not want the man for his money, for his power, or his connections.Â
Would it be wrong to take such a step for L'aenoh's sake, though? It is hard to meditate and focus my thoughts. There has been no time to rest; no time to regroup my efforts. Alas, Althyk the Keeper feels so far away right now.
You have connections within the Jewel. Surely one of the alchemists has taken on such a task of purging this foul poison from the city walls. I know naught else to implore for advice when I am so else distraught.
I will keep pushing forward. I will help. I feel so alone and so weak right now.
Pray be better off than I; that is one blessing that gives me strength is the thought of you recovering,
Jancis
Dear Cici,
I am so tired and sore. It is more than just physical; my mind aches as if it is paying a ferry toll to the service of the elements and my heart aches.
I have seen this same look in your eyes before, the unending fatigue. I feel it now as well. So much needs to be done.
We found him. We were deceived in a most cruel manner and he pays for it. I would say the worst ache of mine is for Sir L'aenoh. Ever since we caught on to Hnaba's tricks and her deceptions to lead us astray from where she had taken him, I have been on the move it feels like.
It is odd, this man L'aenoh. I can tell just from the look in his eyes his strength. He is aloof and strangely reminds me of Alveo time to time with his quiet nature and distance. There is a warmth were one to look hard enough. Though he is still and unnoticeable, he sees things. He pays great attention to detail and underneath the easy to observe, it is as if Thaliak has given him a new eye. A stronger eye.
It struck me quite roughly when I heard his voice cry out. Surely I would think that I move as fast for anyone else's entreaty, but the tug and frustration was immeasurable. This man has love and a new family, a tribe as they say, that he thoroughly deserves. Such a selfish creature that Hnaba was; how dare she scoff at what she tried to steal.
She even killed another, Cici, killed another man and dressed him up in L'aenoh's clothes, his eye-patch and all, and burned the body hoping we would give up. Foolish monster underestimated Thaliak in all of His blessings and put the eye-patch over the wrong eye.Â
It hurts. It hurts so much to recall in my mind.
He refused to stay in Gridania! Thaliak only knows why, but I found myself running through the Twelveswood after him and Lady Staefurle only to grant his wish of returning home. I am nearly glad I did not hear how many bells we were out walking through the cold desert at night until we reached the ferry back to Limsa. After that is naught but multiple requests and it is all I can do to keep my wounds clean and hope they heal with my constant travel.
She poisoned him and I need a grave help with it. These cities, their rules their shadows try at my patience. This somnus is hard to find and the majority of my inquiries have been ignored and pushed away while others seem quite willing to lead me astray. One night I was given a hefty proposition for it that only speak of true ill will.
At first I only wished to get some to test and understand what withdrawal L'aenoh suffers from, but I realize the case is far more grievous than that; he has begged me for it. The look in his eye with those sunken cheeks is quite a weight to bear. I must get this for him, I must treat it to lessen its effects and curb the torment his body is receiving not that it is without.
I contemplated asking Master Vann about it, but I dare not. He is a very influential man and he has spoken to me about such ventures before; were I to take advantage of his generosity would be in poor taste. Do not want the man for his money, for his power, or his connections.Â
Would it be wrong to take such a step for L'aenoh's sake, though? It is hard to meditate and focus my thoughts. There has been no time to rest; no time to regroup my efforts. Alas, Althyk the Keeper feels so far away right now.
You have connections within the Jewel. Surely one of the alchemists has taken on such a task of purging this foul poison from the city walls. I know naught else to implore for advice when I am so else distraught.
I will keep pushing forward. I will help. I feel so alone and so weak right now.
Pray be better off than I; that is one blessing that gives me strength is the thought of you recovering,
Jancis
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