| Book Information | |||
|---|---|---|---|
| Source: | |||
| Writer | Leamon Tuttle | ||
| Publication Date: | 19 January 2020 | ||
Dearest Sister,
Greetings from Vvardenfell! I hope that you and mother are well, and that little Sir Scruff hasn't given you too much trouble during my absence. Remember: two walks a day and no cookies!
I hope you will forgive the lack of correspondence. My new employer has us traveling constantly. I certainly don't relish all the packing and unpacking, but I've seen the most amazing things these last few months! The cantons of Vivec City, the ruins of Craglorn, and the frigid heights of Solitude. It's all so extraordinary!
The leader of this roving expedition calls herself the Impresario. We're encouraged to do likewise. I've thought about asking for her real name, but something tells me it would go poorly. She is wonderfully eccentric—but in an uneven way that makes it very difficult to determine what is, and what is not, open for discussion. She has an effervescence about her that drives all of us to excel, even though none of us really know what we're doing.
You see, the Impresario's first (and perhaps only) passion is stories—tales of derring-do specifically—and she's willing to pay vast sums of treasure to get them. To that end, we offer challenges to adventurers from across Tamriel. When they return with tales of valor and victory, we give them prizes that would make even King Emeric envious. It strikes me as a very odd business model, bound for financial ruin. But somehow, the Impresario's stores of arcane wonders never seem to run out.
My fellow employees tell all sorts of stories about her. Some believe she's just a wealthy eccentric with the kind of gold that can drive a person mad. Others believe she's some sort of witch who conjures the treasures up with spider legs, and lizard eyes, and bubbling cauldrons. Still others—the real crackpots—insist she's some sort of Demi-Prince of Oblivion who takes mortal form to travel among us lowly mortals. Having never met a Daedric anything, I suppose it's possible? But I highly doubt it. Nonetheless, there is something odd about her.
Sometimes, she talks about the distant past as if it were recent history. Other times, she talks about the future as if it's already been written. She seems completely disinterested in the more mundane news of the day, but not in the usual way. It's like anything less than the highest heights are completely below her notice. She's like one of those albatrosses that never land. Despite her peculiarity, I must admit I'm smitten. Professionally, I mean! After these grand adventures across the continent, I'll never be able to settle into trade again.
I do hope you'll forgive me for being away so long, but I promise to send home treasures from the road. There's still so much more to see. With the Impresario, every day is a new adventure!
Your loving brother,