Dearest Sister,

Granitewood has been through so much. We can’t even bring ourselves to call it Granitewood anymore. People have taken to calling it “Scarwood.” First, King Aedraxis made us cut almost everything down, giving the saplings no time to grow. Then, rifts and war finished the work, scorching the ground beyond any hope of regrowth.

I didn’t write this letter to dwell. I wrote this letter to tell you about the new hope we have here. A group of elves have come. They claim to have the power to regrow the forest. At first I didn’t know if we could trust them, but then they made a tree grow in the most blighted patch of earth I’ve ever seen. They made it grow in an instant! I knew then, we had a real chance to change things here.

In these times, hope is thin and difficult to hold on to. But I think we have a real chance here to regrow the wood and make Granitewood Crossing prosper again! I hope fortunes find you as well as they have me.

Your sister,
Serafina