Kor 3 1333 YS
I have waited for a few days, and my companions are nowhere to be seen.
Smriti and Izzy and I were out shopping. We had just been released that morning by the Imperial Prelate, which I discussed in my last letter. Of course, we decided to wait until the following morning to depart Taginae. Dorak was grumbling because we’d already paid in advance, and the innkeep would not refund our coin. I guess it did not matter that it was the bandit’s coin we spent, Dorak argued that it was merely on principle – and of course he’d be determined to make the staff at the inn earn every Sesterii we’d forked over. He is such a greedy guy, but I love him anyways.
So us girls are out doing some shopping, happy for once that we were free of the shadowing Imperial goon squad. We were looking at some very fine silks, completely overpriced, but what can you say when you are this far from the Silk Road. I saw the smoke. It was violet. I knew that one of us had been snagged by the lamp. But when I looked over to see who it was that had been taken away to the Impossible Palace, neither of my friends were there. The stupid lamp took both of them, from what I can figure. Not only that, I later discovered it had taken the men too, for they did not return to the inn, and their steeds were all gone from the stables. A surefire indication that the lamp had taken them.
This is the first time that I know of, that the cursed lamp has captured so many of my party. I hope they are alright. It has been four days now, and they have not returned. I don’t even know if they will be returning. It is the curse of the lamp, after all. I have decided that if the lamp wants to send them back to me, then it will find me wherever I am, and I might as well be with you, my love. So I am now alone, for the first time in months, and I have all of Aetrelia to transverse before I can find my way into Drusas. It should take a few weeks at most, and I pray that my companions rejoin me. I fear, however, that I may have seen the last of them. I don’t know how to find them or contact them, and unless the lamp wants me to join with them, I am forever bereft of them. The only glimmer of hope I have is that the lamp has wandered its way into my pack, and has been there for the entire time they have been gone.
I will write of my progress, my love. And hopefully I myself can deliver my next letters to you personally.
All my love,