Arthom 25th letter (S2E9)

*The letter is written in Dwarvish*
 
To Thyria,
 
Hey cousin! how are ye?
 
I'm writing this letter to check in on you, the family and the hold. How Is everyone? What's new? Any good stories?
I know its been a long time since you've heard from me, and a great deal has happened since I wrote to you last so allow me to fill you in.
 
*Arthom writes in great detail the story thus far, from the druids trapped sleep to, meeting the group In Zynii, to the leyline tour, the tragedy at diomeda, the reuniting of the group, ALL the drama since returning to Zynii looking for Ko. Everything up to the current point.*
 
So things between myself and Syrus have improved dramatically. And oddly enough I feel a sense of hope for the future again. I didn't realize the true weight I had been carrying since deciding that I would return to my solitude. I cannot state how freeing it felt to have people who wanted me back even if it was only because of what i was carrying. While I like the fella and greatly appreciate the company, I truly don't know why Syrus tried so hard to get me back on side. I cant shake the feeling that I've ruined so much of his hard work since he has been here and he's just doing damage control at this point.
 
I was surprised to see him actually, and without Saib was definitely a good choice.
We exchanged pleasantries briefly and I did try to make it clear that my mind was made up to leave by way of not giving great responses, even by my standard, and barely engaging into the conversation. But as he pushed harder for conversation he managed to get more and more from me before divulging why he came after me, it was to get me to return the crystals I still had possession of.
I told him straight up that the ONLY person I'd be giving those crystals to (other than the gleam boyz) would be Ko'Rava. He seemed to accept that as good enough.
 
He then set about convincing me to stay with the group, trying to use empathy and comradery to pull me back in, but I made every clear my opinion that since this merry little band had joined together we had BARELY done anything right, and had in fact done more damage than good to the people around us collectively. He reminded us of our admittedly few yet impactful victories not least of all rescuing the druids from their dreams. He believes we have collectively only survived what we've been through because we were together.
 
After some further back and forth between us both I grew tired of the discussion, regardless of right or wrong, and opted to walk out of the tavern and send a bird out to look for Ko'rava, sadly all I could find was a bin chicken, so that had to do.
 
As I did this i noticed in the distance two figures hiding in the shadows, grey skin, red eyes... Victri... Presumably assassins sent after us (mostly me due to my lack of discretion in my acts against their people.) I returned to the tavern refusing to have this fight alone in the street, as i entered, on alert, but trying to keep my cool i reclaimed my pint, and notified Syrus of what I saw outside the tavern.
 
As they boldly approach attempting to make civil conversation (Which I don't engage in such with blood sucking scum) and promptly told them both to fuck off. A few more irrelevant words passed from the lips of this pompous leech before the bastard struck me, stabbing my through the stomach. As he did the other one drops her hood, revealing herself to be a deformed Lacey, the same bitch who tried to kill me in the victri party.
I was admittedly looking forward to round two, although she seemingly had no interest in me, but was focused on syrus who did kill her fuck buddy after all. good on the lad.
 
As things began to look a bit bleak the gleam boyz arrived in the nick of time and joined the fight turning the tide, but, just as I thought we were gaining the upper hand on these bastards Lacy pulled out one last trick, and drew some hypnotic symbols upon the air which left most of us, baring syrus in a stupor unable to help, all I could do was watch my mate fight and possibly die...
After a brief but grueling fight Syrus using some new sun powers finally got the best of Lacey and shot an arrow right through her skull, killing that bitch. Finally.
 
As soon as that flamboyant victri bastard who stabbed me realised lacey had died, he fled, cowering into the dark, like their people do. I look forward to seeing that scumbag again, at which I swear to eat his heart...
 
The moment Lacey died I felt her grip on me break, I ran to syrus, seeing his wound, I healed him for all I could and made sure he was alright.
Before attending to Lacey's corpse... I burnt her, to ash. I left nothing of her remaining but dust. Thats one less bastard in this world... It felt soo right.
 
As we recovered, I agreed to stay with the misfits, at least for a time.
I thanked forge of the gleam boyz profusely, and they made it clear I was still in their good books, but they just couldn't be seen actively associating with me consistently.
 
Thankfully, this shite day has come to an end, as I write this, I feel sleep about to claim me, so I shall rest.
Awaiting what more is to come...
 
I hope this letter found you well,
yer cousin,
Arthom