Tonus,
I've no idea when you'll receive this, and it's quite possible it will be your grandchildren that read it, elven longevity notwithstanding.
Much has happened since we left the city of Halgrim. Our guide – a human of azlanti blood – led us across the plains of the Linnorm Kings to a deep forest. It seems that the Crone doesn't only have one hut (tho perhaps only one with chicken legs) but many have appeared throughout the northern lands, and the belief is that the huts are all interconnected, like roads leading behind the borders of Irisen. Unfortunately, the hut was guarded by a child-demon, a thing that tried to drain my life. Luckily, Ulco was able to save me before the dark door closed and the others were able to put the thing down, but we find ourselves in a city that has been abandoned for 1,200 years. The mercenaries that were trapped here 200 years ago called it Crowtop because the only things that seem to live here are thousands of the black-feathered birds. One less now, tho; in a moment without forethought, I dropped the first I saw from the sky and the rest appeared soon after. I'm not sure if they accepted my apology or not, but it may be a moot point – we found the remains of mercenaries that died here some 200 years ago; untouched, unmolested remains. God-blessed or not, we will have to use all of our wits to escape this place. Isadora and I are both well-prepared for the cold, but the others may not last as long.
Wish us luck, boy. Seems we may need it.
Claire