She knew the taste of frustration. She belonged to the generation that had fought over and over again at Crausaar’s lair. Patiently starting over, regrouping, leaving town once again, with the hope of a better outcome. She should be happy - this trip announced nothing but good news. Either they would find their King, or they would find nothing at all, in the best case scenario. No deaths foreseen, no suffering ahead. She had only forgotten to account for frustration. But she knew it well.
Amere and I, helped by a generous group of adventurers, have failed to confirm the rumours. We have visited every single island in the South, and found no sign of King N’eroth. We had hoped that, at least, D’Arkk Lyver’s old shack would yield some indication. An empty bottle of rum, a collection of sea shells. But no. Nothing.
Please, do let us know if you think it is worth keeping this search. And Mirith owes her thanks to the clerics Rosina and Juffer, to the wizard Malthaen, to the druid Yendu, and the rogue Juffilops.
Meanwhile, it would probably be important to call for a meeting of the Vanguard with the authorities in charge, so that we can draw a plan to look for the King, if that is to be our course of action.
Waiting for further information,
Cassandra, wizard of the Mirith Vanguard”