Letter from Father

Miscellaneous

Sonata came back to the group's mansion in Sandholm and found that she had a letter waiting on her from her father, Sabal. The contents of which are down below.

"My Daughter,       Sonata, during our last meeting you said things to me that were you not my own blood I would have struck you down where you stood. That being said, upon further reflection a couple of things rang true.       You remind me of my mother in a weird way, though you have a good heart unlike hers. I wasn't good enough for her either.       I was born into a great House in Morkfell in the Underdark. It was a beautiful city with all the wonders I have previously described to you. It was my destiny to become the consort of someone of great importance but as I grew up I became too tall, ugly in their standards and not good enough to breed according to the women down there.       I wanted to show them that I am worth more than they could ever imagine and that I could make beautiful and strong children. So I managed to escape and I came to Solmine, found a suitably rich and attractive woman and married her. Alas, Selarius and Chadal were disappointments from the start. Too meek, too content with book learning and had a distaste for violence.       That is one of the reasons I left to go make my name as an adventurer instead and then, when that was also disappointing, I realised that human women often found me appealing and though it is distasteful for drow to mix with lesser beings, it was a chance for vengeance against those who wronged me in Morkfell. Half-drow are abominations to them so if I could have children with humans and then also have at least one of them become known enough for word to reach Morkfell? The thought filled me with joy.       Nevertheless, you have made me realise that I shouldn't rely on offspring to bring my name into the history books. I thought that raising you and training you to be the mighty warrior that you are today would be perhaps my greatest achievement. I am still proud of what I made you into and my only mistake was letting you go. Now your fanciful thinking of heroes and fairytales being real has turned you against me. It is regrettable but it has made me realise that I can truly only depend on myself.       I have decided to once again attempt to have my name be known in its own right. I have found that people's attempts at heroism often lead to death and being lumped in with so many others. One does not have to be a hero to be known.       I have sent Orilion back to his hometown, perhaps my training will be enough for him to make it there safely. He hasn't been as quick to learn as you were.       I suspect it will be quite a while until you hear from me again.       Your father,   Sabal of the House Duskrynd"