[A letter from Ianthe Jovienne to Shaemus, a Dunnick trader from the caravan that visited Luisant last market. A continuation of “Absentee”]

Sheamus,

How are you, darling? Valko and I do hope your caravan is fairing well, and that the roads and trading merchants have treated you most handsomely.

I find lately that I cannot stop dwelling on the breadth of the world beyond our little town. I’m sure I’ve walked the length of Dunland’s coast in restless circles around Luisant; I’ve cataloged every tombstone, wild rose, and corbel. The sights are all the same– beautiful though they may be, they begin to bore. It would be a tragedy to die without know more than this.

To be frank, the state of Luisant has grown rather tumultuous since last we spoke. This market is poised to be the most well-attended in some time. It will be an opportune occasion to say our goodbyes.

Following this market Valko and I plan to explore the world; however, we would feel much more at ease provided your caravan’s guidance and numbers. There may be others likewise intrigued by our venture. We hope that you might have them too. Of course, we’ve no desire to stunt the speed of your journey. We would be glad to receive correspondence designating a place to meet you at an appointed date and time. We will do our best to be punctual. However, if this is to be our last correspondence, we wish you a warm farewell.

With love,
Ianthe

She signed and sealed it, daring to hope that they might convince others to join them. If all went well, and they escaped Chiropoler alive, this letter might be enough to ensure their future.

It wasn’t too late for them to start again.