My Queen,

I must apologise, a lapse in judgement has lead my travelling companions to learn too much - they have seen your face, though I do not think they realise what they beheld. I offer finding love letters of a summer romance that were thought long-since lost.

One of our number is a most interesting being - they were not born to parents, nor summoned from the Ether, but manufactured and given what appears to be consciousness. I cannot yet comprehend whether they have a soul and, if they do, would this soul be of interest to you? They certainly recall experiences and have learned skills during their existence. I would like to spend time examining the nature of this individual but your will in this will of course be honoured.

We have travelled to Bergvorn to closer examine the origins of the afflicted creatures we encountered on the beach. There stands on consecrated ground a place of worship with a cleric ministering to a flock of malaised townsfolk. The sickness in them is novel to me but has an odor similar to the Underdark settlement from a decade ago. If a similar fate befalls this township then the citizens may already wish to be lost. The cleric is eager for us to leave and not for our own protection - I look forward to uncovering the secrets he is trying to keep. I must go now, the cleric is growing suspicious of my prayer and the ritual is nearing completion.

Your ever-faithful Collector,
Lia