Spellwright’s Third Note

The Hadolids cannot speak Tamrielic, nor any language that I know. Their bodies just can’t make the sounds. But pointing and gesturing, they understand that. They would leave the cave for days at a time and come back with things that can further their teaching. Books, ink, paper, and even a desk. Through their loot, I learned where I was; West Weald.

Thank Vehk for the underlings that make wine labels. But I fear I learned this too late. I think the Hadolids have realized that I have nothing left to teach them. I’ve taught them all the spells a Telvanni Spellwright can muster, and I pray to Ayem that I have not damned us all.

I did what I had to do in order to survive.

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