Elsewhere on the mainland, far away from the lands of Gobaith, another letter arrives. Nalzaxx claps his hands with glee, always eager to recieve such messages, and walks hurridly into his study to open the envelope. He settles himself at his desk and dons his spectacles as the dove which carried the envelope flutters onto the top of a nearby hat stand. He breaks the wax seal and, barely able to contain his glee, begins to read the words within;
"News from Gobaith? Oh my!" he says, an excited glint flickering in his ghostly eyes.
"I wonder what important news heralds from a land I have long since abandoned?"
He reads the letter carefully, occasionally pushing up the spectacles on his face, (which became rather tiresome due to his lack of a nose).
"On the 9th of Tanos year 33 Joxia Doral laid claim to the abandoned settlement of the Nordmark." he reads, his voice rising in pitch with each word. He looks across to the dove atop his hat stand with an incredulous look.
"But it is only the 9th of Tanos today! And Gobaith is many miles away! How has one dove achieved such a feat?" he asks in astonishment as he tries to wrap his brain around the concept. Suddenly he jumps from his desk and grabs for the bird, stuffing it away in a cage and rushing towards his laboratory. After many hours of prodding, probing and examining, he had finally managed to unlock the secrets of the bird's incredible speed and endurance. Setting his goblin slaves to work he toiled many hours recreating the intricacies he had uncovered.
Finally, after many weeks of labour (though it was somehow still only 6 in the afternoon) he stepped back and admired his work.
"Marvelous, from now on messages will only take minutes to reach their destination. I shall call this great invention...e-quail."
And thus had Nalzaxx unearthed how former inhabitants of Gobaith heard, from many hundreds of miles away, the latest developments of the land within mere minutes.