[Pen N Popper]

Apreal, 1401
Dear Father and Mother...
Bumblebee peeks around the corner of the chest he crouches behind. Across the room a pair of drow chatter about trivialities. Bloody drow, he thinks. Shaking his head he reaches out with his senses to deepen theshadow in this corner of the craft hall. Perhaps it gets a little darker, or perhaps it is his imagination.
I received word today of the King's passing. A messenger sought me out. Me! There are so many people here in this town that it is impossible to go unnoticed for too long. I am enclosing a copy of the newsletter I penned. I do hope you were able to pay your respects to our King as he lay in state there in Pranzis.
Here he pauses to trim the end of his sparrow feather quill. Thinking back upon the past year, his first away from home, he cannot help but feel a little proud of his accomplishments.
A year. I am sure it seems as long to you as it does to me. If all goes well I will perhaps splurge and pay for passage home during summer. It would be good to walk the streets and hear the sounds of the market again.
And to test my new-found quietness around the alley cats, he chuckles.
In closing Father, I have yet to encounter a single brownie. I have been told that there are other Dragoncalled of our kind but I am beginning to wonder. Let us speak on this upon my return.
Yours, Bumblebee