Dear Alicea,
I hope that you do not mind my letters. The Lone Lands are indeed lonesome, the sun harsh and scorching (I was sorely burnt within the first week here--it is an experience I would not recommend), and the ground covered in nothing but dirt masquerading as grass. I spoke to the innkeep, and he said that a man of our father's sort passed through here long ago, but seeing as our family bears looks incredibly typical of Breelanders, I have little hope that it was truly him. The food here makes me ill, and there are spirits in the bedchambers. Perhaps I was simply hallucinating, due to the disgusting swill and spoilt ales, but even after sobering up I could still hear the ghostly cries...
Do wish me luck in finding our family.
Much love,
Ellie
