My Friend, I write to you in the Sailor’s Month, in the Second year following the Cataclysm. I hope this letter reaches you somehow, I have given copies of it to a number of Guthries, who seem to take the shifting and pliable ground in stride. I myself can journey no farther, seeing mountains one day where none were the day before, and watching forests spring whole from valley floors is beyond my kenning. I have settled with a family of farmers who have been farming in the same stead for six generations. They used to live on a plain, and now rest atop a hill with a creek bubbling from its top where once they had a well ten spans down. But the changes seem to have stopped, or at least slowed in this area.

If you find this letter, ask the bearer for directions to me. I have still in my possession that which we once talked about which you were seeking for so many years. It has begun to respond in strange ways to places it traveled through, but was quiet here, so here I stay. I have offered the elder here my services as a smith and protector of sorts, and his daughter is a comely enough sort, though a bit skinny. The crops did not come in well last year, and the hunting was poor. At least that much should not be a trouble this year, as there is more game than I can trap and much of it of strange sorts I have not seen before, or strange coloring on sorts I have seen. Have you ever seen a green deer? I have.

Enough of this rambling. I waste paper, which is in short supply these days. I shall be reduced to writing my lists on skins shortly, for parchment has become very dear. If you can find me, bring some, and metal stock as well, for we run low. All manner of trade goods have become valuable beyond compare, as few will brave the wilds to search out those who need them. The last thing I shall say to you my friend, is take care. I have seen things so terrifying that my mind burns to recall them. There are foul things afoot that are far better avoided than faced. As the Guthrie tell me, Fear the Daedrim, ware the Ancient Bloods, and above all cover eyes and ears in the presence of the great wyrms, or your mind shall be destroyed by their will.