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Letter to Mother from Limsa Lominsa
Jan. 29th, 2018 11:20 pmDear Mom,
Greetings from Limsa Lominsa! We finished up our business in Gridania the other day and have traveled to the city on the seas for the next part of the journey. I’m getting along surprisingly well with everyone, which proves that we are finally entering a time where race doesn’t matter. We even witnessed a biracial marriage in the Shroud, and they had lots of friends in attendance.
Speaking of the Shroud, we met the Sylphs. They’re a bit of a strange bunch, but they were very kind to us and extremely helpful. Actually, most of the people we’ve met so far have been.
Oh, do you know if I have any allergies? After fighting some fungars I was left feeling under the weather but no one else seemed all that bothered...
Anway, Limsa is a nice place (though half the population is drunk at any given hour), but it is surrounded by a Murder Sea so if you should ever choose to visit, take care to avoid it at all costs. Some people may tell you that they can do things like swim, but remember, people can’t swim so don’t go in the water with them. But really don’t go into the water at all - it tastes like death.
I’m continuing to practice crafting based on what you taught me and I’ve managed to make some copper ear cuffs for the party. I’ll show them to you when I see you next.
I sincerely hope that you are well and must ask that you allow no one else to read this letter or tell anyone of its contents for what I’m about to tell you must be kept a secret. There is a sickness, a blight which is affecting Gridania. From what we can tell it hasn’t spread too far yet, but we do believe that it is spreading. Please don’t be too alarmed - both the Conjurer's Guild and the Arcanist’s Guild are looking into the matter and with any luck it will be taken care of, but should you get even the tiniest bit sick promise me that you’ll see a doctor. I’m probably overreacting, I know, but I worry about you, especially when I’m not there with you. But please, you must speak of this to no one. The walls have ears, and they don’t seem to want us to know about it. I wasn’t going to tell you, but if something happened to you and I could have warned you, I would never forgive myself.
Still no word on Father. I’ll keep you posted.
Love you,
R’tahka
Greetings from Limsa Lominsa! We finished up our business in Gridania the other day and have traveled to the city on the seas for the next part of the journey. I’m getting along surprisingly well with everyone, which proves that we are finally entering a time where race doesn’t matter. We even witnessed a biracial marriage in the Shroud, and they had lots of friends in attendance.
Speaking of the Shroud, we met the Sylphs. They’re a bit of a strange bunch, but they were very kind to us and extremely helpful. Actually, most of the people we’ve met so far have been.
Oh, do you know if I have any allergies? After fighting some fungars I was left feeling under the weather but no one else seemed all that bothered...
Anway, Limsa is a nice place (though half the population is drunk at any given hour), but it is surrounded by a Murder Sea so if you should ever choose to visit, take care to avoid it at all costs. Some people may tell you that they can do things like swim, but remember, people can’t swim so don’t go in the water with them. But really don’t go into the water at all - it tastes like death.
I’m continuing to practice crafting based on what you taught me and I’ve managed to make some copper ear cuffs for the party. I’ll show them to you when I see you next.
I sincerely hope that you are well and must ask that you allow no one else to read this letter or tell anyone of its contents for what I’m about to tell you must be kept a secret. There is a sickness, a blight which is affecting Gridania. From what we can tell it hasn’t spread too far yet, but we do believe that it is spreading. Please don’t be too alarmed - both the Conjurer's Guild and the Arcanist’s Guild are looking into the matter and with any luck it will be taken care of, but should you get even the tiniest bit sick promise me that you’ll see a doctor. I’m probably overreacting, I know, but I worry about you, especially when I’m not there with you. But please, you must speak of this to no one. The walls have ears, and they don’t seem to want us to know about it. I wasn’t going to tell you, but if something happened to you and I could have warned you, I would never forgive myself.
Still no word on Father. I’ll keep you posted.
Love you,
R’tahka
