Letter from the Skargen

Beloved father giver of my strength

so we have arrived at last in this powerful land of which the many brothers and sisters spoke who have already heaped honor upon their shields here although it is dreary for our allies in the south of this land one can literally feel its power its no wonder that the fog warblerfamily is so eager to bleed this land and its inhabitants dry but i have a feeling that it is not only our own power or that of our allies that could be the deciding factor here for long moons i have served in toivos entourage and have even seen some of his huskarls come and go but something seems to have changed since we left for mitraspera toivo has always been proud and why shouldnt he be his accomlishments are immense fleet lord of turameer chosen of the gods who wouldnt envy his position in our society however in direct competition with the other fleet lords on this campaign he seems particularly concerned with his own position last night i heard him muttering as he pored over maps of the region for long time trying to figure out how he could get ahead of the other fleet lords and end up looking better in the eyes of the gods i can only confide in you father i can never openly doubt a chosen one my sailing master would not believe me anyway and would chastise me and even if he believed me what would happen if such a thought were to circulate among the sailing lords it could threaten the unity of the clan and perhaps even turn the sailing lords against their fleet lord. Askalar knows he would have given them other couses the rumors on the ships are to be believed please father take this letter and burn it when you have read it we will talk about it when i return home