The letter is neatly folded, the visible side only being labeled with "For Ninimil" in small script. It sits atop the heavy covers decorating a certain patron's bed, presumably having been left there while the room was empty. Once unfolded, the page shows a carefully written note, the handwriting hinting it was written by a scholarly type or someone who has sent one too many letters. Several sentences or words are crossed over, shoving clear hesitation.
My friend,
Forgive me for having to resort to writing this letter instead of speaking to you in person. Unfortunately, I have not been able to locate you to speak on this in private these last couple of eves, but still there is news I must give you.
I am departing once more towards Angmar. There is something I must do. We must leave to... I do not know whether details of this journey have been revealed to you, but I cannot speak of them, it is not my place.
Our friend has returned to the inn, but he has since disappeared once again before I had the chance to find you, sparing not even moments to rest. I do not know if he has reached out to speak with you, but if he has... Most importantly, he is alive, but he seems to be rushing into Angmar once more, to scout ahead of the company I am leaving with. I shall do what is in my power to aid him, if my words may bring any comfort to your worry for him.
I beg your forgiveness that I leave our conversation unfinished and that I depart even after the promise that we shall speak more. But, if I am to be permitted to speak on what the purpose of this quest is, once we return to the inn upon its successful completion, I hold no doubt in my heart that you shall understand why I could delay it no longer. Forgive me for...
Lastly, I would not dare ask that you delay any journeys of your own, but I shall hope we will see each other once more, as soon as our roads are wrought to meet again. If there is anything you might need in my absence, I am certain the Gurnisson brothers will be here to help, I place all my faith in them.
Do not waste your patience with any worry over my safety, or the safety of the company I travel with, two Dwarven axes stand joined to watch over us and keep us safe. Dal will not allow any danger to find us.
Your friend,
Galtharian
Crownlight
Gal
