[Dragon Mail: Zachary Bristol]

[casually backdated to before dragons go down :|b]

I can't go back to Stonecaster, but I'm recovering. I'll live.

Check the floorboards under my bed. That's where the savings are. Use them as you need, and feel free to sell anything I've left behind.

Reilanin:

I think Alex is feeling terrible about the world right now. Could you try to cheer him up if you can?

You are my player, yes? I've been advised to write you.

How much of my past did you actually write out?

[all letters signed Akhilendra Sandeep]

[ it takes her a good while to consider how to write this. it isn't like the request isn't legitimate, just... it's awkward to contact him, given their revealed history.

but it can't hurt to ask. or, it could, but somehow she doesn't feel as though it would matter much if it did.

ahh, young people. ]


Still in the brewing business, I hope? I'm in need of some vitality potions.

[ the letter is signed Ashtaroth in her tidy but undeniably fancy copperplate hand ]

[This letter is attached to a parcel with two books, one an instruction book on how to use conventional Earth stoves, the other a book of Earth baking recipes. Tied to the parcel is a key.]

I have an apartment!

[Insert address here]

I gave you a key so you can use the kitchen while I am gone. There is not much there for baking yet though.

Artemis, would you have an interest in any of my components and equipment? I'm cleaning out my lab.

I can't give it all away, but I could discount it on account of our friendship.

I got called up by the Mano. I've got some things I gotta do for that, so I might be busy for a few days, but I'll get out some time. Maybe we can do something.

Fucking druids.

Greetings, Mr. Chen!

A mutual acquaintance of ours, one Malachai Brampton, suggested that I write to you. It seems he knew both of us when we were on Earth. When did you arrive in Zenderael?

I arrived just over a week ago. Since then, I have joined the spellswords and am presently an aide to the Spenta while he is here.