<i>My Dearest Il’Yanwe,<br/>
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By now you must have heard the news that the merchant vessel had never arrived.  Do not worry, I am alive and well.  But sad news is, only Vahrin and his Nymph survived as well.<br/>
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We were beset by pirates at sea.  I failed to protect any of them.<br/>
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We were rescued though but my current companions.  An odd mix of people to be sure.  You would love them.  They saved me and Sirka from the pirates.  I failed to protect the merchant ship, I won’t fail to protect these people.  They need all the skill I can bring to them.  Even if to protect them from themselves.<br/>
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After they saved me though… I am sorry my love, I cannot tell you right now all the events that happened in the past few weeks.  It would only make you worry.  I will tell you everything once we are reunited the first chance I have to come home.  I am safe now.  <br/>
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I Promise that I will come home as soon as I can.  But these companions need my help.<br/>
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I wish you were here my love.  The Lake of the Moon is gorgeous.  I can feel the magic just flowing around this haven.  It is miraculous.  I hope I can bring you here someday.<br/>
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You are always in my mind and my heart Il’Yanwe.   <br/>
Always yours,<br/>
Tyora</i><br/><br/>Tyora had been one of the first to actually wake up from the spell put on the group by the creature, Mania.  Uuranor having helped her break out of the spell.  Unfortunately it hadn’t been fast enough to put an arrow though the demon’s eye.  She did almost put one through the centaur creatures head though has soon as she had woken up.  The four legged creature was lucky her aim was off thanks to the effects of the spell.  The arrow landed in the deck next to his head instead.<br/><br/>After that, it had taken some convincing, and some help from Uuranor, to convince her that him and the siren were not servants of the creature that had put the group under the spell.  But they had been successful.  Not that she trusted them at all.  Her weapons never left her side the entire trip to The Lake of the Moon.  Not that she knew that was where they were going until she actually arrived and the First elves met them.<br/><br/>After all her companions were safely off the ship and being treated, Tyora had actually sat down at the room she was given in the local inn.  That was where she had written the letter to her wife… though still wishing she had been much more eloquent.  But she had to let her know that she was still alive.  Though knowing to leave the fact that she was on the Onkunkun continent was definitely something to leave out.  Il’Yanwe would worry even more with that information.<br/><br/>After that though, Tyora had completely ignored the advice of these healers.  Instead finding her own comfort in what wine she could find.  The alcohol helped drown out the nightmares every night in remembering what that monster Mania had done.  When she wasn’t getting drunk though she was at the healer’s building, checking up on her companions, or sitting somewhere away from people and meditating to regenerate her stores of magic.  The guards would not keep her from making sure they were safe.  She wouldn’t fail at protecting someone again.   She had not heard of any of them waking up, not yet.<br/><br/>Drinking was always a good way to work through too much stress.  At least in her opinion.  So that was what she was working on at that moment.  Sitting at a bar in this elven sanctuary, burning through her loot from the pirate ship and buying some of their best elven wines.  Waiting for word that her companions were waking up.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>