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The company makes camp in the Hithaeglir, almost on the eastern edge of the pass, overlooking the Golden Wood when someone new approaches the camp, out of the snowstorm.
The news you sent in your letter greatly surprised me! I would not have left so far from home, indeed, if I knew that I could obtain a position as a courier so close to home. Who learned of it, you or Ada? Whoever it was, I am extremely grateful and I will hurry back west to begin. I think it will take me some time still for me to pack all my things and return.
There was a small rustling noise by the door, and a mouse-like squeak. Uilossiel looked up from her work distractedly, pen stilling in her hand. Limthir stood in the doorway, chestnut hair hopelessly tousled. She smiled indulgently at the apprentice scholar, gesturing for him to enter.
“Er… you have a letter, hiril Uilossiel.” He awkwardly put his hand forwards, handing over a letter with an ornate seal of golden wax, stamped with a crest of niphredil blossoms and mallorn leaves. Her eyes widened.