The book you open is brittle, scarred by mold and water
damage. Every time you turn a page you fear it falling out
or even desintegrating in your hand. It is difficult to make
out much of anything in the book as entire sections and
sometimes even chapters are unreadable. Over time and with
great care you make out elements of a story. A story about
love, jealousy, betrayal.

The morrow, twas a glorious showing of Tenewa. Such that
I fail at keeping silent the song that makes me smile so
shall I scribe it here in my journal.

It is a while before you can make out more of the text....

The priestess of Raysha blessed us, her smile so benevolent
I doubt it falsified under the routine of her duties. We
start a new life, Li'eana and I. I know not where our road
leads, I have wealth and my men who ferry my wealth from port
to port. Yet I think another life is for us, something tugs

at my heart so.

Several pages are missing and even more are ruined by the
stain of water and mold.

That bastard dares call himself merchant prince! He used
the foul arts to conjure that beast that wrecked half my fleet!
For what? His demands are beyond belief! I understand this not.
Gods why do you pit this against us? We have honoured all of
you well.

You flip through more ruined pages finally settling on another
paragraph.

I cannot assail him for he is a sorceror of some power. He
keeps her sealed up in that abyssal place. I have heard
horrible whispers of his tower. I will go myself if no one
will go with me for I would rather be dead than to let him keep
her so. I must make copies of these mockeries of correspondance
he sends to me. I think he teases me with ways to free her

from his grasp though I do not doubt he might do this just to
break my spirit.

Skipping through bits and pieces which make no sense you arrive
at the last page which is barely legible for it's scrawled
writing.

By the gods! This storm is like nothing I have ever seen!
Even Morin has not seen it's likes! Something seeks to prevent
my landing at port. We shall not make landfall I can feel it
in my bones. My love I am sorry, I am so sorry.

A weathered book [ Q to quit ]