I did not sleep so well last night. it has been a long time since I’ve seen your face and I am sorry I left you back home. I have so much I need to tell you. Do you remember the tales of the under dark your mom told us when we were kids? I think I am there and if I am not, then we are even further in the earth than that.
We fought demons along side a creature called an illum. He helped us find who is called the creator. This creator revealed an ancient weapon wielded by the gods. That’s when I heard her voice again. The lady from my dreams I used to have when I was a little girl. Her voice came to me When the creator pulled the weapon out of the ground. Her voice came from my coin purse of all places telling me about this weapon.
She said she wielded it along with Atura, Tangadoran and other gods as well. I really hope I spelled their names right. I would hate for Grell to school me on the proper way to spell his gods name. He can really go on about that. But It was like an out of body experience. I saw myself reach for the blade the same time our paladin did. I’m not sure why he let me take it, nor do I know what made me reach for the blade in the first place. But when it was in my hand I watched this sword turn into the most elegant dagger I’ve ever seen.
When we all went to bed I looked through my coin purse and found an odd looking gold piece. Nothing like I’ve ever seen before, it looks as old and elegant as the dagger I am holding. I wonder if they are connected? I promise I will write home soon more often and I will mail this letter as soon as I get back to the surface.
I miss you and will be home soon,
Your sweet Beth.