clubs: writing from someone close to me
two: family
3 on the die: this writing is public.
[a note penned by an unknown child and pinned to a noticeboard on the outside of a ghost-town’s crumbling temple.]
i am a child of lamldir’s and this note is for the unfavored one. first of all i want to know who your unfavored of because its not me or any of my friends or any of the priests at the temple where we live. we set a place for you at our table every night and before we go to sleep i always crack my window just a little. priestess meba says you’re probably not nearby but i think its important for people to be able to sleep somewhere comfy if they need to. you can share my bed if you ever need it. i promise i dont kick in my sleep and the babies say im a pretty heavy sleeper so you wont even wake me up. we are probably not gonna stay here for much longer but i heard theres a place with a lot of really big birds by the coast of the ocean. have you ever seen the ocean? i bet its huge, huger even than the statue to king riylac on the edge of the
[the remainder of this message was lost during one of the major storms that ravaged the inlands. below it was the fragments of another note, in an adult’s neat penmanship.]
This mitzvah is meant for the Unfavored One. They are likely never to hear it, since I know they fled our city in an opposite direction to me and are likely to never come back this way. Nor do I believe the temples inhabited any longer; though many of the gods will never truly leave us, I fear Lamldir at the least is hidden from us, and we all know what has happened to the Breaker of Chains, none more than the Unfavored.
Child, I hear your voice in deep caves and rushing water. I hope beyond hope that Teacher Prudence brings you my words. We tell your story to children during the times you would have celebrated The Breaking, and a day we equate roughly to the fall of your city. I would not claim them young followers of your Beacon, but they beg me explain why you are called the Unfavored, and I hope you will forgive me for explaining to them. In hard times, we find honesty to be most valuable, and children are hardier than you would believe.
We merely wish you peace and comfort, child. Our doors are always open to you, as they were even when the world was quiet, and whole.
