a letter...

Mairie frowns down at the letter in her hand, written on premium taipa paper in a very elegant hand, that she had just received from the postal box.

My Dearest Sister,

Mairie, how good it was to have recieved news from our brother that you have left home, to make your place in the world. You alwabys were the most talented of the four of us, and it was a shame our parents decided to waste that talent instead of nurturing it. I have heard that you have chosen the city of Freeport to live in, while I am disappointed, I will urge you to consider coming to Qeynos and train with one of the mages here. I know that your power is inherent to necromacy, but the magicians claim that it is possible to turn that towards the elemental.

I have made a good life for myself, working with the Priests of Quellious and Tunare to cure my tier'dal affliction. I am a strong Templar, strong in my faith and power, and a holy warrior.

I miss you very much, my sister, and if there is anything I can do to aid you, you have but to ask.

Lady Katharynne V'shvk, Templar of Quellious.