To Danielle, From Victor (2)

I apologize, my dearest sister, that it has been some time since the last letter. My time has been short during this adventuring and the distance is becoming greater and greater for Dame to fly.

I have discovered much about my new friends since the incident at the university. I am afraid that for our safety as well as their own I should not reveal overly much to you of their true history. I can offer you some knowledge however.

As I suspected, their arrival at the University was no mere coincidence, nor was their skill in battle a chance fortune, nor was their Dwarven companion a slight porter. I have shared many a conversation with him over the fineries of smithing and Dwarven construction. It reminds me of the days before, with father and his friends. Pardon sister, I get lost in the moment.

Their given names are of a greater significance than the ones they had assumed for daily life at the university. I am not now sure what I have volunteered myself for, but we have a growing trust between us and I can see that my life amongst Narduna's creatures is a boon to their cause. So for that reason and to continue to hunt the evil of the Drow and more, I go with the winds of fate.

We are heading into the mountains of father's stories now. Heading into Dwarven lands to seek answers about a much darker evil Danielle. I don't mean to frighten you, but this is no longer a game of wizards and treasure. We dare venture into the realm of gods and ancient myths now, Elos protect us all.

It is uncanny how drawn I am to these questing youths, almost as if to you or to father. Ah well, the thrill of this adventure is intoxicating Danielle, but I keep my mind as clear as I can. I cannot lose myself to emotion and idle musings now. I long for the trees of home and nearness to my own family. I am so sorry it has been so long my sister, too long. Please tell the others that I am doing well and give them some of this money I am sending to you. No need to worry them until worry is needed. Protect me in your thoughts as I do you. I will write again.

Blessed Candlenox to you,

-Victor

-- by Jon