Lady Goldberry,

The last I saw you were raving. My father, Lord Alinoe, with the curing
arc of his sword, cast your head from your shoulders and we thought you
well once more. The contagion must have slept deep within you though,
for again it seems you require tender ministration.

If in a moment of clarity you recognize the illness within you, drag
yourself to us that we may heal you once more. You confuse your natural
being, born in Good, with the canker of Chaos now raging within you. It
twists and deforms what should be upright and well formed.

A soul given up to Good grows healthy and strong, and prepares to serve
Good that all creation might be equally healthy and strong.

And so, on behalf of the Anointed, I invite you to join our ranks. I
extend this invite to all who have forgotten that Good resides in them
as their birthright.

May the Light guide your path
Alban Aodh'Rian




Penned by my hand on the 12th of Ero, in the year 443 AF.