Letter 1

My one-and-only love!
the moment the hulk entered into the city's harbour I knew all the stories about Dschalita were true. The city is like a mouldering cadaver rotting in the late summer's sun. Compared to Kainagrad a lot of strange foreigners still live here.
Some of the smaller islands, like Little-Truval, seem a little cleaner than the others. This is also where I found a tavern to stay, a small hotel called "Hotel Dschalita's Court", but to be honest, it is a hotel in name only. While writting these lines, I already killed two cockroaches.
Anyhow, I don't want to complain. I am already curious to start my research at the library tomorrow and get in contact with the antique dealer I was refered to by Gernot Prutz.
With love, Yours forever, Mikhaeli