Lojack Ashendale

Uncle,
I am well, making good time towards Kings Crossing, but I had a change of plans. You were right, the road is not too safe for our folk so I hitched a ride with a small caravan of humans out of Rimus. The traders are friendly enough, trusting of someone my stature, and the human womenfolk think I’m just the cutest thing. Sounds like something I can exploit. The traders are headed to Kellinford cuz somebody important died. They told me, but I didn’t know em – you might say, it went over my head. Anaways, they hope to find opportunity there to sell their goods. Perhaps I’ll find some opportunity there as well. Don’t worry, I’ll be careful, I always am.

Loj