Sisters,

I am sending this letter with hopes that it may reach you, but fears that it will not. When last I saw you all we were on a ship bound to assist in Protecting our people and all good peoples.

I know the ship was attacked in the storm and that I was pushed off teh rail by High Preistess Caitlain, but after that I amd unsure. Still I fear that you have all most likely perished on the high seas.

I will pray for your safety.

But, I shall not dwell on such thing and will now pen my thoughts on this strange land that I have washed up in. It is called Sharessia and it is filled with many big people many of whom seem to wear few clothes and walk about as if it were a Fertility ritual every day.

The other Hin I have met so far do not worship the Goddess and allthough I have trained for years with you all I feel that my skills are meagre compared to many of theirs.

It is my intention to continue following Yondallah and the ways of our sisterhood. I will attempt to join the City Watch when I feel my skills and familiarity with this city have increased and perhaps I will attempt to give services to our lady as well.

In her bosom we find succor and nourishment
In her bosom we are safe
From her shining skirts we bring protection

Devoutly,

Arianna Thistledown