Alturiak 30, 1492 DR – 2 Sisters, 1 Uncle and a Funeral

We arrived in Waterdeep today. The funeral is in the graveyard. I am going to kill my father.

You’re here! Such bittersweet joy. My mother’s death is what it took to find you. Essy talks about the gods. The acolytes talk about the gods. The gods are fickle. I have been writing to you for five decades, and now that you are right in front of me I call you Uncle and pretend your presence doesn’t cause my heart to stutter and my breath to catch. I must have also lost my sanity along the way.

A hag killed my mother. She is trying to kill my brother. Not one more person lost. Nala and Tums are gems, mother is dead, brother is dying. Why? Why is this misfortune befalling our family? Essy lost her husband, Robyn looks…different. Once the hag is dead I need answers. I need to hold Robyn. I have wanted him for so long that it feels strange not to run into his arms like a waiting lover. It’s like my reality doesn’t mesh. This is torture.