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To my friends of trollsbane,

I've decided to go back a little bit early, for reasons that i must not say, but know this, i am really glad that i had the chance of meeting everyone. It was great and fun. One thing i've thought about since i've been here that's never left my mind is my lovely wife and my child. Perhaps some day you may meet them. . I will return after i spent some time researching and spending time with my family. I wish you all well and may the gods look lovingly down upon you and bless you with care.

Your friend,
Darklin Vul

Darklin Vul places the letter on the wall of the shop. He travels north to where he left his ship and embarks. The ship sails off until there is no vision of the island of trollsbane left.

Ellaron spies Darklins note and ponders for a while. Without the frown of thought leaving his wrinkled brow he sets to writing his reply.

Well met Darklin, I am always glad to make a new friend. I hope you find your family in good health and contented. I am sure they are as eager to see you again as you are to see them. I look forward to the day when I may meet you all.

He stops writing to scratch the top of his head for a second, and, inspired once more, sets pen to parchment.

As to the question of how I see myself I cannot find a place to make my mark. I am not a Mage as I chose to study the ways of plants and nature. I am against violence and also too old and weak to be a Warrior. So that leaves me with Worker. But again I cannot in good conscience put my mark there. I am a Merchant. The craftspeople I buy from are really the workers and would laugh to hear me call myself so. Purveyor, Parasite, I have been called many things. I think though I shall just put underneath your note "Other" and make my mark.

Your new Friend Ellaron. Merchant.

Ellaron reads through what he has written, smiles, Makes his mark on Darklins note and leaves.