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Letters to Wilk Potskin

Two weeks later, Bittty, in dented heavy armor, takes off his helmet and calls for a stinga rum from Ba'Naer Liffan. He takes out his letter-box, checks the ink in the flask and puts pen to paper.

Winderly 18, 4th AC, 2577

Nair-Wilk --

It is with some discouragement that I must report that my worries of the previous letter have proven to be true. The kitins have pushed through again and resurrected the Mounds in Witherings and Verdant Forest. I had intended to patrol somewhat earlier, but guild matters intruded.

The terrible and atrocious white kitins are as agressive as ever an there is still no visible sign of the rotoa plants. I can only hope that Cuiccio Perinia is studying what has happened with them.

I trust that the beginning of a fresh cycle finds you well.

- Bittty

Bittty seals the letter, and attaches it to one of the mail Izams. For a moment he forms a link with the tiny but effective brain of that avian, and it flaps off headed towards Almati Wood.

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Remembering Tyneetryk
Phaedreas Tears - 15 years old and first(*) of true neutral guilds in Atys.
(*) This statement is contested, but we are certainly the longest lasting.
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