Arthoms 29th letter (s2E14)

*Written in Dwarvish*
To my dear cousin Thyria,
 
Aye, it’s been a bloody day tae forget!
 
It started with a letter from Prince Luini, callin’ me tae some meetin’. Figured I’d go, though the whole journey felt off. I couldnae shake the feelin’ I was bein’ watched. Turns out I was right—nearly stumbled into a bloody trip wire hooked tae some crystal contraption. Dodged it at the last second. Was nae so lucky a moment later—an arrow lodged itself in me shoulder.
 
I bolted, takin’ tae the back streets, weaving tae make followin’ me harder. Somehow made it tae the meetin’ point and ran into Talu. Inside, there was a right company of armed folk. They seemed busy with their own affairs, so we pressed on seemingly uncared about. I recognized a few shifty faces from the pub where I met this band o’ misfits, but they paid us no mind.
 
Then some cleric came up an’ offered aid fer me wound. By then, I was feelin’ worse than I’d like tae admit. The rest o’ the conversation was a blur, but Talu dragged me tae the medical bay. As I lay there, miserable as sin, I heard the rest o’ the crew—Gurvel, Syrus, and Lucid—makin’ a ruckus. I dinnae even need tae look; I just used message tae tell Gurvel tae shut his trap. That didnae stop them, mind ye.
 
They found me, but I wasnae in a state tae welcome them. Everything turned tae madness in my head as i began seeing nightmarish creatures, and before I knew it, I’d wild-shaped inta somethin’ horrid—a bloody bin chicken o’ all things. I wasnae meself, tried tae escape like a lunatic. Syrus used magic tae calm me down, while Gurvel—aye, in his infinite wisdom—decided tae feed me milk. Nae sure what he thought that’d accomplish.
 
While all this nonsense unfolded, somethin’ clicked in me brain—I remembered seein’ a green Solen just before I was attacked. It hit me when I saw Syrus, so naturally, Enraged and still out of me senses I attacked the poor bastard. Aye, as a bloody bin chicken. Thankfully he punted me through a window, and that finally broke the spell. I turned back tae meself with nae memory of what happened.
 
Syrus and Gurvel filled me in—ye can imagine the shite I got from them, but as they did it all slowly came back tae me, still very hazy, like recalling a dream, from long ago. Syrus an’ I talked about the green Solen. Might’ve been someone tied tae his gang, or maybe a bloody shapechanger, might've been him although he claims innocence in the matter. Either way, it’s somethin’ tae look out for. Gurvel, on the other hand, asked me tae send a letter tae the druids about sendin’ the kids tae the Emerald Heart. Told him I’d write the letter with his words and send it on his behalf. I suppose I’ve got a wee scrap o’ diplomacy left in me.
 
Later, Syrus and Gurvel pointed out some magical wall. I walked through it—why not, eh?—an’ found Zeno and some Rojikan woman tied up. Decided it was nae my problem and walked right back tae the bar. Rejoined Zy, Ko, Talu, an’ Gurvel. Zeno wandered in soon after and immediately got mocked by the group, as he should. Zy even scolded him like a wee bairn before draggin’ him back tae that illusory wall. Talu followed her.
 
Meanwhile, the prince himself joined me, Ko, and Gurvel at the bar. I asked Ko if we were on speakin’ terms, an’ she said “for now.” Fair enough. Figured it was a good time tae give her somethin’ I’d been workin’ on—handed her a leather pouch I made meself with the fire lily ring inside. The same fire lily from diomeda. Nae sure what she thought of it, but at least I tried.
 
And that’s the tale o’ today. Another round o’ chaos, aye, but it’s startin’ tae feel like that’s just my life now.
 
Would ye be so kind as tae let the rest of the fellas in the hold know I'm still alive? Feel free tae fill 'em in on my adventures of late.
thank ye muchly
Your cousin,
Arty