Lindor stuffs a piece of pie in his mouth, getting crumbs all over the letter he is writing. Dearest Isil,
Thank you so very much for the pies, delicious as usual. The beer is pretty tasty too. Though I am more of a wine drinking elf.
I'm glad to here all goes well with you and the family. I hope Val did find Illisse and all is well. I have heard nothing from them and am quite worried.
As for me I've been in and out of places everywhere, visited some family from the past, that you have yet to meet. Not "blood" kin, but family all the same. Like yourself and the others.
I hope I get a chance to visit you soon!
~Blessings~
Lindor
The tiny elf gives Isil's dragon the letter and watches it fly away. Then Lindor relizes he is significantly less afraid of dragons now then he was a while ago. Whistling a happy tune Lindor returns to where the pies are to finish them and his beer.
Ooc: Happy New Year!