Halimath 30, 3018

My dear Marigold,

I hardly dared to write to you, I have such dreadful news. But I beg you to believe me when I tell you, the situation was entirely out of my control! Wili did not even recognize me! Forgive me for saying this, but I was not altogether sure that he was not parading as a traveling magician for a joke. I saw him disappear myself, and it is all anyone talks about today. I do not particularly care for magicians.

Now you must prepare yourself for the worst part – Wili, along with his three companions, has gone off with a Ranger! They left early this morning, while all of us were still abed, so I could not even try to warn him (and I doubt he would have listened to me anyway). I do not know where they have gone.

I am more sorry than I can express.

Your penitent cousin,

Isumbras Underhill

PS: Why did you not tell me he is writing a book?