Arthoms 28th letter (S2313)

*Written in Dwarvish*
To my dear cousin Thyria,
 
Aye, today was a bloody circus. We’re off chasing Morvor cultists on some grand ship, with Prince Leuni himself handin’ us a new recruit—Froblina, she’s tae help us on this fool’s errand. Decent lass so far, but I’m nae holdin’ me breath. The prince, o’ course, thinks we’ve the upper hand, though he doesnae have a clue what these cultists might be capable of. Real encouragin’, eh? Still, we set off regardless.
 
Lucid, the daft lad, decided tae try an’ act the big pirate captain. He hasnae a bloody idea what he’s doin’. It’s atleast entertainin' tae watch.
 
The monks—Yifeng an’ Froblina—tried tae move the ship with some kind o’ fancy magic. Failed the first time, an’ sent half the crew sprawlin’ across the deck. So, what do they do? Sit down tae meditate like it’s a bloody problem-solvin’ tactic. But, credit where it’s due, second time seems the charm, as it works a treat, though it sent the lot of us knockin’ about again.
 
An’ then there’s bloody Gurvel, summonin’ his daft cow, Zyanna, after it flew off with Toes on its back. Poor fella, I swear, we'd be best off puttin' the bastard out of his misery than subjecting him to this life any more.
 
Now, Talu. Aye, she’s been a right pain. She came tae me askin’ tae check on Gallant after the monks tossed the ship about. The lad’s a good sport though, thought all the chaos was fun. Fair enough. But then Talu started pryin’, askin’ about... well, about me. Asked about Celia. I told her as politely as I could muster that its nae her business, but she kept diggin’. Said she wanted tae know my story. I told her folk dinnae want tae hear it, but she claimed otherwise. Left me feeling some type of way that did. But folk dinnae want me burdenin’ them with all that. But I did still appreciate the gesture none the less. Perhaps I misjudged that one a wee bit.
 
Syrus spotted the ship we were huntin’, an’ Lucid—still thinkin’ he’s some sort o' grand leader—tried tae rally us. It was laughable, but I held me tongue. He asked if I could turn into some sea creature. Aye, I probably could, but the lad’s nae worth indulgin’. Instead, I laid out a proper plan:
 
Board the ship, negotiate first. If that failed, we’d fight. The monks were tae search for prisoners while we dealt with the elf cultist. Burn the bloody ship, pick off survivors if need be. Simple an’ effective.
 
When we boarded, Froblina tried peace with the nusaru crew, while Mordhog—the cultist we were hunting—decided tae taunt Lucid, claimin’ he needed tae “wash his father off his hands.”
Between ye and I, that be a bloody good comment to make.
Lucid, bein’ Lucid, threw a dagger right at him, an’ combat broke out. Lucid got smacked about like a wee bairn until the misfits jumped in tae back him up.
 
Meanwhile, Froblina managed tae convince the Nusaru crew tae abandon ship once they realised they were workin’ with a Morvor cultist. Smart lass. Lucid eventually killed the cultist—decapitated him for good measure—then tossed the body overboard, but nae before looting his fresh corpse...
 
We’re back in Zynii now, gifted the ship tae the Black Skull pirates tae clear Lucid’s debt. Hopefully, that’s one less headache tae deal with until such a time as we can give him to them.
 
Thyria, it feels like the longer this goes on, the further I get from anything that makes sense, and the further I feel removed from any semblance of sane behaviours.
 
Your stubborn cousin,
Arty