Deredrien,
Mevei insisted I ask for your help. I’m desperate and tired of you not responding to my letters. I’m slipping this one under your door so I know you got it.
We’re camped across the river from the old Sailenmora outpost, heading north across the road between two boulders.
Help us, and Mevei and I will help you shed this life and start again somewhere new, somewhere far from the Reformer’s grasp.
I promise, things won’t go like they did in Grahtwood. I’ve discovered a way to safely undo the damage he’s done to the goods. You’ll be in no danger this time around—you have my word.
R.T.
