Archive Entry
November 6th, 1694
Dear Mamma,
I got a job at the Foundry. It is hard work, but I like it better than being on a boat. I even made a friend. She’s Rempahnese, her name if Farah. I wish you could meet her; her laugh is as enchanting as the songs of the local birds.
Today she brought bad news. She says the smoke we saw last week rising from the volcano is a bad sign. It has killed people in the past, erased entire villages, that is why her folks never built anything so close to it. Except we can’t really move the Foundry now, or even Laar.
She says I must climb to the crater and offer it something dead. The Sultan used to give his nail clippings, ain’t that strange? If someone threw their nails at me, I’d be pissed, but apparently volcanoes like that. Shall I try to sacrifice some aged cheese?
I don’t know what to think. Will you light a candle for me so Mount Trisula spares us?
Jan de Meyer
Archive Details
Directions: Gained from plundering either the Duister Foundries or Fort Duister.