Found tucked inside the worn leatherbound journal are many letters, this one, just happens to be unfolded for you to inspect quickly.

To my lovely brother,

Fox! You know I'm not normally one to trouble you with my worries, but at this point, I feel as though I have no where to turn. Faelor is long since gone, and as I find myself surrounded by others, none of them can ever be considered my confidants. Rain Lorean, De'cante-though I have travelled with this pair on and off for years now, I still find they've walled themselves up from me. I don't understand how their souls can rest easy at night without good friends and those they can truly trust. If you wonder why I am have not mentioned Myth-it's simple. He's the cause of my current state of distress. Myth hasn't returned from his investigation of the Ancient Family. Misery, Azaelyn, myself and even the necromancer have searched the caves where the slumbering family member was rumored to be. We've found no sign of either.

I'm so sorry to be putting this on you, my brother, but at this time, I need someone, and you are my only support during this troublesome time. I find it so hard to maintain my ever chipper demeanor. I'm fraught with worry and concern, and often, I find myself sitting in silence, while those around me plot and plan, trying to come up with a solution. Truth be told, I do believe the drow is the only other to be genuinely concerned about Myth. Decante told me not to worry, that it was the dervish's way to disappear like this. I ask you, what does he know? They treat me like a child, someone to be kept quiet and put up on a shelf to protect me.

You know Fox, it seems like ages since things were easy here. Ever since Spectre came to us, pleading for our help in the hunt against the Ancient Family, things have not been the same. Perhaps... this is my own longing for the innocence I feel I have lost during this time, but I cannot help it. From watching Faelor's students and friends slaughtered by the mage slayer, to father's kidnapping and the blatant slaying of my mentor Katarina in Waterdeep, I can't help but feel as though I have lost some of myself. I never knew I would end up this way, Fox. I didn't- but you know, I don't believe I would have it any other way.

What we're doing here...is far too important to give up on.

If something has happened to Myth, I wonder though-how will I continue this fight? I know I should not put my sword down and give up, but he's been such a source of strength for me. It's hard to believe that I have become so attached to another soul. Sometimes, I feel as though I would know if he were dead. I would feel it, in the pit of my stomach and with an ache in my heart, but I have felt nothing of the sort. Could that be a measure of hope, or simple wishful thinking?

No. If the worst has befallen the dervish, I cannot give up this fight. I won't. Even if Rain, Decante and the others refuse me-even if I have to fight this on my own, I will not wallow in pity. I will continue to smile, to laugh...to sing and to play.

It's the only way, right?

We're preparing to head out once more, brother. Earlier today, the Reaper came here to the Redemption and attacked. No one was seriously hurt-but his parting words to us were grave. Please, be wary and watch over yourself and Father. I don't think I could take on another loss now.

Love,
Dahlia