In Traithe’s pocket:
We have entered the Nogian city and have discovered an ancient people-sacrificing civilization entering into its inevitable ghoulish nadir. They’ve been killing millions of people here for centuries when it was populated, but now they just have a ghost crew (11 of 16 left) of silt-ghouls things that continue to siphon life off wandering travelers and deliver the goods to their god. Nonmagical attack do not harm them. We are currently investigating the records they left behind, at the petrified wood lodge at the top of the other spire. Their god has a parasite that has been eating the life energies and may have made the pool. I wound a magical clock back some hours and time seemed to stop except for me and those involved in the sacrifice pact, apparently. There are a group of steppe folk and gnolls down in the valley engaged with spike shooting flying lions, and I tried to kill the the lions with sling stones, but I’m not sure how that went. Do join us, this clock is awesome.
Sorry about the pants,
In Traithe’s hand:
There’s a note in your pocket.
In Eraka’s hand in Trade Pidgin:
Hope I was able to help with those lion things. There are silt-ghoul things in the underground places here that are only harmed by magical means.
&:& [sic: weird Aboleth symbol].
[Postscript in Gurri:]
Dacă puteți citi acest nume meu este Melastasya și aș vrea să fie prietenul tău.
[Translation] «If you can read this my name is Melastasya and I would like to be your friend.»
In Eraka’s pocket:
Open letter to Kryptgarten (30 copies printed in Phlan):
!. Kryptgarten is an estate of conviviality and peace.
@. Any that wish to work the soil or tend the bees are welcome to Kryptgarten.
#. They that attempt to despoil the land or hinder the workers there will be “reconciled to Pokey” [sic: made into soap].
$. Test the veracity of all proclamations.
Closed letter to the Amazons:
Let us know if we can help,
— Former people in charge of Kryptgarten.