Dear mellonea

I'm writing you this letter to tell you that there won't be any pies for the moment to deliver to you. Due to an attack from the undead upon our village, our bakery has been burned down by them, along with a few other houses. But there were no severe injured ones. My husbands and our children are safe and unharmed, as for me I'm still catching my breath from calling upon the Lord of Light himself with the help of Thowra and the dragonpendant, i once received from Zhepphyr. Appearantly the frost dragons were once the royal guardians of the Lords of Light. I found that out yesterday when Fallana and Tvalarish returned from a walk in the moonlight (they wanted to search for a quiet spot to make love) *giggles and then writes more* appearantly they found a cave which contains lots of crates with documents and journals. Most of the writings are badly deteriorated but some parts are still readable. I'll keep you informed, if there is any more news.

Ow by the way have you heard anything from Lindor? According to Shishelinda he were in trouble of some sort... I hope he's fine.

As for the pies, as soon as our bakery has been rebuilt i'll send you a huge chocolate one with whipped cream. For now we stay at the House of Elders, with my parents-in-law.

Lots of best wishes

Isilheledh
*takes the parchment and gives it to an eagle* there, make sure that they get it alright?" i say before sending the eagle towards Tel'Ruid