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TO: THE GAZE TRIMALDI, VILLAGE TRISHENKO, THE LANDS OF NEAR DARAN
FROM: THE BROS. TRIMALDI, IFLA, HAVEN
Hello to Ma and Pa and the Kits and the Gaze and the Village. I am writing this to you with my brothers telling me about what I must talk about and what I mustn’t talk about.
We are in a land with many strange names, and Big People.
We had to do business with Wolves. Real Wolves. Not like the nice family on the edge of town.
We are lonely without the rest of the Gaze, or the Village. The metal suit is working well, and we work on it to make it better. We are still sad for the Wandering Lady, but will make her spirit proud.
This island, Haven, is where the Archmagus was. It has magical things here. It does not have room for the Village. We are walking to the Hundred Cities, who might have room, or who might know where such a land is.
We are eating well. Some of us more than well. But we miss you, and the food there.
We will work hard for you.
Top to Bottom, Shiny, Tiny, and Whiney
Your Trimaldi Bros.