A sheet of tan parchment is left at the Shrine of Nobanion with the following message written with green ink:

Brothers and Sisters,

I write this letter to you all in hopes that the Pride of Nobanion is alive and well on this isle and to inform you of some bad news happening in the Amia Forest. Malarite Lycanthropes have been attacking travelers and hunting animals out of blood lust, leaving their infected corpses on display, carelessly. I have hopes that some of you are still around and that you can help me, a Druid of Forest Father and faithful of the Moonmaiden, take down this Malarite threat. Leave word for me at the Oakmist Vale Grove. Thank you and may all of the true gods of nature bless you all.

Willow Maynare of the Greenleaf Priesthood
Councilor of the Circle of Balance

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My Characters:
Yuilith Kethil Menaiivan Garadeth

A letter is sent in reply to Willow.

I'm here, for now, but I'm planning an off-island trip for religious reasons. I'll meet you at the Grove when I can.

-Nevaeh Tarvencia

A letter is sent back

Thank you Ms. Nevaeh. I'll be waiting for you at the Grove then.

Willow Maynare.

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My Characters:
Yuilith Kethil Menaiivan Garadeth

Once I came to Amia seeking the knowledge to control my curse. I then returned to the Shining Plains to find my foster-father dead. Without his succour I am shunned by my Pride. Only the strong survive and my Pride-brothers fear my strength. The peoples of Nathlekh are fearful of the lies spread by my Pride-brothers. I am returned to these islands for a time. If I may strike the Black-Blooded Pard a blow in the Firemane's name perhaps I will be welcomed again in Nathlekh, if not in my Pridelands.

-Kara Stormclaw, The Dragon of the Plains

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"Where's my pony?"
"I'm sorry, baby, I had to feed that pony to a dragon."
"Oh. Whose horse is this?"
"It's a Warhorse, baby."
"Whose Warhorse is this?"
"Zed's"
"Who's Zed?"
"Zed's dead, baby. Zed's dead."