"I know it's been a while since I endevoured to begin this trek thru the meandering delapitated stone path of insane objectivity that I call my scarred and wounded mind. But much in my misbegotten life has transpired. And to put all this to pen, has been a Challenge.

"Grilm, my trusted companion. I pray to Phi'jeard-en that this missive and all forthcoming make it to you in safety.

"I endeavour to catch my breath and begin this tail of woe, of how it came to be to loose my beloved Kisses, and how I have retrieved her, in a manner, from the hells she was cast to.

"It all began a mear seven years past when I first met the enchanting Kisses of Tourell. That of course was not her birthed name but the mantle she adopted upon her adulthood. I can remember it as if it were just the other day. I suppose that is a trait us Shialful'hek are graced with -long memory. I was passing thru Tourell that Summer day. Everyone was in their sunware, enjoying the God's gifts. A smile was on my face (a face unmollested by that disciple of Krilhast, Faus). As a youth in my community I was admired by all as one of the 'Sun kisses' one of the beautiful. The Shialful'hek were already notably attractive and that left nearly no spirit beyond my persuasive capabilities. A wink to a bar-wench usually garenteed me my first pint, my hand grazing an inn-masters cheek usually garnered me a better room for my coin.

"That summer day I used my winning smile and my charismatic voice on a common room full of addleminded stable-men and their enamoured lady-folk. An hour of tale spinning awared me with four drinks and a free night stay.
"It was that night that I meed the enchanting Kisses. Well after I had turned in for the evening, after I had bid farewell to all the gentiles and a flirtatious wink toward thier ladies. I was wrapped in a down blanket on straw bedding. The stars twinkled their light thru the windows behind me. Sleep came to me quickly. I have no way of knowing when she came, but her entrance was made with a crash and the smell of burnt mana. I stirred not fully conscious and unwilling to be so. There was a ripple about three steps to my left. It was the residue of a teleportation spell. Someone was in my room, and they did not use the conventional method of entrance. She pounced by my legs. The motion flung me awake and imedately into action. I reached to my right and drew my sword from its scabbard, rolling to my left. I sprang to a crouch next to the ripple from were she sprang.
"I opened my eyes.
"She was beaten and bleading, and still her beauty was captivating. She was obviously fatigued but she wore another woe on her face. Fear, she was riddled with fear. Fear directed at the ripple that should have healed by now. Now I began to ponder, Why hadn't this hole sealed? Was there something else coming thru? If so why has it taken so long, and more importantly should I share this mouses fear?
"My answer was not long coming. A large red cloven foot breeched the ripple. This was not good. My night was off to a truly tale-worthy night.

"My dearest friend, Grilm I shall continue my tale soon. My reviere grows weak."

I found this letter sitting below a nightstand in my cellar. Wrapped in an odd green material I could only hope was a paper. The minute I picked up the tiny package it began to take on a subtly warmth. Flipping it around in my hands as I walked back up stairs, I noticed a network of veins not unlike that found on an ivy leaf. Sitting in my recliner, my lamp warming the top of my head, I took out my knife and sliced it gently along one edge. The inscision I made began to bead with an odd green liquid. Inside was a collection of folded papers. The long forgoten letters of Stitches the Pathfinder of Heirk'lairen