My Lord Mortin.
I pray that your Lordship and the Queen Ellisandra are well. I write to you because I fear that Porthaven is in peril. It has been many weeks since we heard word. Our trade caravans have vanished without trace, and three scout patrols, the same fate. Hundreds of animals of all sizes are fleeing from the West, away from the port.
A young lad stumbled, bleeding into town a few nights previous. He appears to have been mauled by an animal of some sort, though my apothecary and the hunters in town have been unable to identify the breed. I have enclosed a fang that was found embedded in his wound in this parcel. He is sickly; feverish. Any food he eats comes back up. He will not drink. My apothecary fears he is dying.
The boy held a locket clutched in his fist when he entered the city. I have enclosed it as well. My wizard insists that the locket is magical, but he has been unable to determine the origin or purpose of it. Perhaps your alchemists will have better luck than mine.
Our priest has gone missing, his church abandoned.
I know we have not always agreed in matters of the state, My Lord, but this is urgent.
Please Sire. Hear me, I beg - send help, and with haste.
Signed,
Anton Bel’Don, Baron of Bellacre.
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