My oathsworn lord,
I am in receipt of 137 waggons of corn, sent by you. I am a bit confused, since I am quite certain I sent you a requisition for sand, in which to preserve the ancient tomes in the chest delivered to me after the expedition to the Ered Luin.
Luckily, hir Telpenaro is in the Vale, and he pointed out to me that the Pillar and Houses of Healing possess ample distillation equipment. Of course! You certainly know that fermented corn produces a crude alcohol. I intend to bottle it, and barter it -- not excluding the other races -- for information that might help solve the horrible mystery that lies before us.
The first batch of fermenting corn mash is brewing even now. It is not the best thing I have ever smelled, but I am profoundly grateful for Telpenaro's assistance.
Somewhere, my brother is laughing at me. I do not mind.
Yours faithfully,
Airesarë Celulinda "Manadhlaer"
Order of the Pillar
The letter is sealed, slightly crookedly, with the Pillar stamp. A strange, sour odor of alcohol clings to it.
