2022-11-24 The Little Shop of Trinkets - Henri

Henri Fitzroy
The Gilded Mirror
Castleside
Daring Heights
Kantas

24 Uktar 1499

Lord Fitzroy
Fitzroy Manor
The North Wards
Waterdeep
Faerûn

Dear Father,

You will be happy to hear that I have made it safely to Daring Heights. It seems as though you will have Gerhard to keep and eye on my comings and goings after all.

You will be less happy to hear that I recently made a sojourn to the Plane of Fire. Not to worry, there were others there too, including a Fire Genasi named Glint who luckily returned us home by way of a visit to his mother.

There was a grand opening for a new shop, you see, run by gnolls. The Gnoll's Hoard it was named, fittingly. This will not come as a shock to you: the trinkets that they were selling were fairly worthless. Somehow, though, they have in their collection a picture that I drew as a boy. I've enclosed it with this letter; maybe you would like to hang it up.

I say it was all worthless, but that is not correct. At the back, within the roots of a tree, was a great ornate chest. I'm embarrassed to admit that it spoke to me, Father, and I did nearly open it against the wishes of the gnolls. Some sort of Doomsday Box, they called it, and had sealed it behind a barrier.

The others there, including a roguish sort by the name of Wren that had met these gnolls before, wished to protect it further. The gnolls had not protected the floor, you see, and there was room within for a conjuration to open the box. To add additional protections we had to remove the barrier, and unfortunately when we did the gnolls were coerced into opening the box.

Now, the End of Days did not come as you can ascertain, for within the box was only a baby phoenix. It was growing quickly, though, and so we made with haste to the Plane of Fire to set it free.

All of this to say that I am settling in nicely to a life of adventuring here, Father. I hope this letter finds you well. Give my best to Hana.

Henri