Dearest Mother,

Tis been far too long since my last letter. Be it known that Corellen smiles upon our humble band of "Wandsmen". We have traveled much further than I could hardly imagine. I have seen the tower of Sigil, skirted the realms of death and voyaged amongst the stars. Though my path be long, I am never alone.

I believe that I know why father forbade me to pick up the wanderer's staff. With the aid of a good friend and chronomancer, we traveled back in time to the beginning of the Flame Tongue War. Sadly, our arrival was too late to prevent the slaughter of our ancestors. I was able to speak with one who knew Grandfather and may be an ally in the not too distant future. We did, however, make a stand against the fell host in the human town of Coniferia. Our humble band fought valiantly, but was only able to delay the inevitable. The trolls destroyed the town, but through our efforts, and the grace of Corellen, many people were saved. Do you think that father somehow knew of our involvement in the war? That would explain why he was so resistant to my leaving town and "meddling" in the affairs of humans.

Upon our return we learned of the death of the human Azoun, king of Cormyr. I hold in my hand a signet ring "Friend of Cormyr". It was my hope that we could count on his good people to assist us in resisting a common scourge, the Drow. His departure from this realm is a blow to all that yearn to live free. He strived to make his kingdom a safe harbor from the evils that plague the lands south of the forest and will be greatly missed.

It is true that humans lust for that which is not theirs. Perhaps it is a result of their short lives that they feel compelled to take that which they cannot earn. Through my travels I have learned that not all are motivated by such greed. I have seen my companion Oskar risk his life many times to save mine as well as those of strangers. Some humans answer to a higher rubric and to dismiss all of them as treacherous would dishonor his Oskar's office. As we look for allies against the Drow, it would be a mistake not to look to the humans for help

Today, our humble band will embark upon our most ambitious quest yet. We have traveled into the heart of the fell Zhentarim. I cannot divulge too much lest I put our lives in danger. Let it suffice that great good may come from our efforts.

I cannot stop from adventuring
I will drink life to the lees
In my life I have seen much and knew many
I have been a friend to some
and the bane of others
Never resting
Always sojourning

Respectfully,

Primula