(The following is written in a complicated code that appears to part Drow and part something completely made up, but even the translatable portions don’t seem to make any sense)
Tunar, Novlar 3, 1404
Sala, I hope the Heretic blessed the pigeon I sent this by. I have found safe harbor in Hlint, but I will not come break you out yet. This town is filled with your kin and although they seem to not follow the Redemptress (why am I not surprised?) and even some Tiefers. It is fascinating; I seem to be the only Tiefer born here on this plane. I have even met one who may know much of the Underdark. I will weave my web and persuade them to lead me to this entrance and then we will come and free you. I recently did the unthinkable; I went back to both Leilon and Port Hampshire. My ability to call aid from the shadows has increased; I’ve been studying the concept and am hoping to find others I can trust who can give me some more instruction. But I digress; I was able to sneak through both towns without being observed by the authorities. Then I got cocky and a bugbear shipped me to one of the bindstones. That wretched whore the Soul Mother waylaid me on the way back, Az’atta reminding me that I still have much to learn. I’ve been contacted by a man who runs some kind of network for information collection – a person who can put me into contact with the kind of crew we’ll need --another strand in the web. Also, as cruel as this may seem, I do have to remark on the women I’ve met. A fine an beautiful collection of creatures – and many stronger and more skilled with a weapon than even the best of those in the Cargo Rats. I find myself falling deeply and passionately in love almost every other minute. Sadly most of them are in some kind of relationship with others, so I must be content with flirtations and complitments. We will not fail. Your time drinking away the sunlight’s pain is close to an end. Spider
