You can catch up with this story by reading Part I, Part II, Part III, Part IV, Part V, Part VI, Part VII, Part VIII, Part IX, Part X, and Part XI. (Or click the tag on this post at the bottom to see all of the pieces in one spot.)
You must know that I read your last letter and approved of its contents. I do not have to say more, do I? I will say only that I am sorry for shaming you about Faras. In my grief–no, that is no excuse.
I returned to the letting house where I was staying with Faras to retrieve his belongings and some bits of my research. The letting lady informed me that someone had already come to collect it, a cousin, when Faras had no cousins.
I confess I flew into a terrible rage. I cannot say who took his things or who brought him to his end, but you know how I feel about coincidences.
You will tell me not to interfere. You will tell me to press on toward our goal. But I cannot, and you I think will know why. Perhaps even understand. Your choices have been so very different than mine, but do not think I have no understanding of family. Faras had become family to me.
Does Drake know?
Note from Draketown University: The following letter was found with several other letters from Evermyn Thedan to Samwell Park and translated from ancient Ahrinoshi (a dialect that preceeded the Alnori invasion by a full thousand-year) with the help of the Bard (7213). The Bard’s linguistic work underwent international peer review at the behest of the University. The letter utilises the Ahrinoshi alphabet and thus the handwriting required closer assessment in order to match it to the other letters from Evermyn. We owe thanks to the Departments of Forensics at Draketown and Vanhelm Universities.
Forgive me the manner of my words.
There is always the chance that our correspondence will find eyes beyond our own, but today I am certain of it.
I must caution you, most fervently. After posting your last letter, six hours after it arrived in your home, there came a knock at my door. The letting-lady tells me someone had come to call upon me.
I brought the sun-glass and my research with me to the parlour, concealed, but on my person.
The man who greeted me claimed to be from Silvanfall’s university. He asked after my work, and he swiftly excused himself when I began to question how he came to know of me and my research. The name he gave me belonged to no-one on the faculty at the university. I trust you will sense the irony in my words, my old friend.
When I returned to my room, someone had been in it. Nothing was ransacked, but my pen was out of place, the wrinkles on the bed in different form, the mattress ever-so-slightly askew. Had I not the memory I do and the attention to such things, I would not have noticed or trusted my intuition.
I worry. I am too close to be thwarted by such creatures.
Be on your guard. Someone in your home is watching.
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