Guest adventurer: Bat Country!

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Am still residing in the City of Glass. Have managed to wangle highly-paying position as language coach and historical millinery consultant for big-budget production of Silmarillion: The Musical, so will not be returning to adventuring life in the immediate future. (Management initially failed to understand the importance of millinery consultant, until pointed out that (1) the Elvish Times' theatre critic is wont to savage productions with anachronistic headwear, and (2) said theatre critic = yours truly, after which management became very reasonable indeed.)

In the course of my work, have made the acquaintance of Temba Naquin, a personable young human fellow who operates Luthien's hat. Like myself he is a visitor to the City of Glass, hailing from the island chains north of Delros. His father is an itinerant (or formerly itinerant) priest of Bahamut; his mother is a mambo in one of the syncretist traditions from that part of the world, syncretist enough that she has found room for both Bahamut and his missionary in her life. All seven of the children appear to have the sea in their blood, and send long letters to one another via their parents; Temba is particularly fond of his youngest sister Imbezi, who has set off to see the world on her own for the first time.

Since I have no great adventures of my own to recount at present (saving the never-ending struggle against philistines who seek to mutilate our costuming budget), I thought my readers might be intrigued by some of Imbezi's, even if she is not an elf. Temba has kindly consented to allow me to reproduce her letters to him, so here you are.

( Imbezi Naquin, to Temba Naquin. )