Sent from the Thelsamar Trading Post

Dear Perry, I hope my letter finds you well, probably wrapped up in a blanket with a book in your little room of which I am jealous of right now. I am waiting on another merchant caravan heading back the way I came through to Loch Modan and Thelsamar to set out. I get the feeling Bez initially thought I would be an easy mark but, I stand corrected. He introduced me to the head merchant of this caravan earlier today. They are supposedly the fastest caravan through the Burning Steppes and the safest. Though, I have to say this information doesn’t fill me with optimism.

From Thelsamar We will pick up a Dwarven guard detail. I am ever hopeful they won’t be called to arms on our trip. Apparently the only way through on foot, once again I can hear you saying “I told you to learn to ride a griffon,” is through The Searing Gorge. From there it’s a four day march along the King’s Highway through the Burning Steppes. If all goes well, I should be in Lakeshire before next week.

Anyway, the master merchant of this Caravan is a quiet dwarf by the name of Brann, not the renowned explorer sadly. Either way, he seems rather nice and incredibly well-read from what I can gather. He spoke more on the guard detail. Lead by his daughter no less. Nasslyn, I can only hope she and her troop are as good as her father claims. Well, there is only one way to find out I guess.

I will post this when I get to Thelsamar, and I hope to send you another letter from Lakeshire before long.

To my shining Star,

Khadgar