Blade Maidens: What Fools These Mortals Be – 15


Hope you get this. Don’t think they found the last letter, but the damn freak ate the barrel we were using as a drop. I thought a barrel full of wood scraps would be safe but joke’s on me, I suppose. Don’t know how long this spot will last, who knows if D’s house will still be here when I wake up.

We found a new safe spot. There’s a hollow in the roots of the Gyvenian altar right near the treeline. They trashed it, of course, but didn’t bother to look deeper. Only room for one person, not ideal but if we keep clever about it it should make it easy enough to keep hidden. We’ll have to figure out shifts for sleeping. Not too many people. Not in a row. I know we all need it, but we’ll have to settle for what we can get away with. You go first, when you get a chance. I left a waterskin for you in there, I’m sure you’re thirsty as Mara after baking those damn pies for days on end.

When you’ve gotten your rest, pass on the info to someone else. Eventually it’ll make it’s way back to me, and I’ll take that as my cue to go for myself. Don’t worry, I’ll be fine. This can’t last forever.


– A message scrawled on a tavern napkin, hidden under a loose step in the entrance of a Farron home.