A Letter From Jonas

To the People of Fayhaven,

I trust that this message will reach you within the Gristwood. The caravan hopes for a smooth journey this spring, and to bring with them the tidings of the town of Traft. More than ever before, we are indebted to the intrepid souls who make their home in Fayhaven. You gave of your own supply of Ambergrist to help us in our time of need, and rescued me when I fled the Tall Man’s cult. You gave your very lives to grant us safe passage when the fleshless horde descended upon us. Without you, I would have never seen the light of day again. I would have never seen my brother again.

After the battle against the skeleton cult, our caravan made safe passage to Traft. Thomas was gravely wounded. He remained with us long enough to make peace, and to introduce me to his son, born in the weeks since my folly led me into the Gristwood. He passed surrounded by his family, and I begged his forgiveness for having brought this upon us. He told me that brothers cannot reckon debts; that there was nothing to forgive. He was at peace.

We believe the cult to be scattered, with the Tall Man felled and his army destroyed. In the winter since, some claim to have heard the clatter of bones in the forest, and the joyless laughter of departed souls. Surely a tale told for the benefit of the town’s children, to safeguard them from the foolishness that might lead them into the wood.

Should the people of Fayhaven ever be in need of aid, Traft will answer. I will never forget the great debt that I owe you. I feel it keenly when I look on my nephew’s face, and know that it was your kindness that returned me to his father.

May your paths be straight and your way clear.

Jonas of Traft