In Common, it reads:
Greetings to you, dear reader.
I return to you rested and filled with purpose, for as the Immortals and Heralds decide the fate of the universe in the skies above us, we mere mortals must accept our own destiny here together.
And I must say, based on recent behavior it seems some of you are hoping your destiny involves filling my pages! Accusations fly in all directions regarding the identity of this humble writer, but I assure you, most would do well to worry less about who I am and more about whom they keep close.
We begin our review in Therengia, where the local theater's first production in ages was... the re-staging of a previous performance. While the cast performed admirably, one cannot help but note the play itself was repetitive and the attendance lacking. The highly-lauded fashionista behind the scenes often charms audiences at events across other provinces, but perhaps she should refocus on the province of her employment. With such a coveted position, falling from that lofty a height would be quite embarrassing.
Some hearts remain colder than the peaks of Asketi's Mount, and one must wonder if a chill has overtaken a particular Prydaen Cleric. What else could have led her to spurn the sweet affections of admirers by leaving their candy grams to wither on the floor? Perhaps she was snacking on sour grapes instead, for her tongue thawed long enough to dismiss one of the missing five's concerns with a slanderous insult. This humble writer must conclude that one should hesitate to reject all things sweet, lest only bitterness remains.
Something must be in the air, as Zoluren is a'flutter with activity. One notes meetings taking place in Crossing for a new militia, to be led by an elementalist of questionable stability and the editor of my personal favorite monthly newsletter (besides my own, of course). A peculiar choice, given that their fearless leader gained a reputation for reckless and, dare I say, selfish behavior after his wife's abduction by the Heralds, while his associate is the Human personification of a cupcake. I, dear reader, am eager to see how this one plays out.
Rest assured, there are always more whispers to share, but as with anything delicious, we must limit ourselves to fully appreciate its decadence. If you enjoy this particular flavor of just desserts and have yet to subscribe, please send a letter of interest to my distribution specialist, Mistiri. This will be the last of my offerings sent en masse, and it would be a shame to miss the next one.
Yours always, Lady Misuteri
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