A set of three letters to three people, each of them the same. It seems to have come from the Valkian Empire. They are dated for about three days ago. @LilGhostling , @Rinnie , @HunterOfNightt

Hey Aspen/Mel/Thrudni!

Hope you are doing well in the Spire. Peri - sorry - Mrs. Ulesinski and I have made it past Rulan, and are heading downstream to Castariva. I'm writing this in the back of a trade wagon, wheelchair beside me. With the war finally over, some trading vessels are said to head to the north. We'll be accompanying them, as much as Peri has a fear of water. Or myself for that matter.

Speaking of her, she is well. I worry about her practically every second. Can you blame me? She's my wife. I've made sure she's healthy as can be. It's a little odd during the nights, but she's kept me company, reading some of the many books the caravan has on Fey. I truly will never be free of the fey will I? I'll just need to keep her from doing anything outrageously dumb again. 

I had to prove to the caravan I was a doctor. Somewhat like home, they saw the wheelchair and dismissed me. Well bandits tried to attack, we defeated them. I tended to everyone. Magic for the most in need, practical for the rest/those who didn't want magic. After that they refunded Peri's and I's fee for travel. Nice of them, but I was just doing what was right. 

Seeing the realm, I might actually take Petrova's offer to work at one of her many hospitals, so long as she believes that what I'm doing is a right, and shouldn't be charged for. I don't get the dislike of magic by some here, even those back home. I have my own reasons for it not being used on myself, but it can heal and reduce the pain in minutes rather than weeks or months. Is it not more favourable then? Why drag out someone's suffering if they are ok with their wounds being undone? I simply don't get it.

I am glad I got over my preconceived notions of the realm and Valkians in general with my learning in the Spire. Speaking with most people here is... Nice. A fair number of them try to help me when I never asked for help, which, the more I think about it, the more it feels like they secretly hate me? Should that make sense. I appreciate help when asked for, no doubt about that, but I feel belittled and othered by them the same way I do with people that think me incompetent or unable because of the wheelchair. Am I not human? Can I not speak or do things for myself?

Even the Emperor of the Valkian Empire is in a wheelchair like me, if rumours are to be believed. Half a mind to ask to meet him to discuss how we could improve the lives of those living with something like us or some other hinderance to our daily lives. How could you act like this when your own monarch is like this? I may hate the man as a ruler, but as a person should he not be offered the same grace as anyone else? He as much as any deserves to be treated as a human.

Apologies. My mind has been stuck on these questions for a few days now. The nature around us is foreign; neither of the North nor of the Reach. I wish to go explore it, dig my hands into its soil, but alas, the caravan moves onward. Stopping for little, and while the merchants, guards, and now prisoners seem happy I have tended to their wounds, they also seem... Rather uneager to go let me frolic. Which I suppose is fair, our rations have decreased having to feed new mouths. Not everyone can just eat... Any sort of plant matter. Ate raw belladonna a night back as a party trick. The caravan was surprised to say the least. 

We should be approaching the city in a day or two. I shall write again before the boat departs for northern shores.

Stay safe friends,

Mrs. Ulesinski