Letters to home - Wartime Chronicles of King Illyria I, third incarnation
Connor,

I have arrived safely in the city called New York. The humans here are more numerous, as are a related species of avian to the shell Zakthulat uses. Often when we move in the open, we are accosted by traders who wish to sell us trinkets we have no use for. I have been told by Thrace's servants that the items are most likely plundered from larger merchants.

The city is strange to me, yet I am adapting quickly. I have a sense of familiarity with it--brief smells, turns in the roads. The sense is stronger at night. We are staying for a short time, then it is our intention to go further north, into the neighboring country called Canada. One of Thrace's servants has expressed a desire to buy him a Mountie hat. What is a Mountie hat? I suspect insolence--this servant is candid and often overly forthright in his communication. Candid.

I am uncertain how this type of communication is meant to be carried on. Zakthulat suggests I inquire after your journey and your comrades. I harbor some curiosity for these subjects, but more for the details of what foes you have faced. We will shortly be facing one of our brethren. It is my expectation that any battle we may have with him will be short. As I have been told that an exchange of gifts is traditional for humans in the midst of travel, it occurred to me to ask if there is any piece of his flesh or bone that you would like to request. His shell has many teeth.

Be well.