Letter 2: Eleventh Day of the Autumn of the Fallen Leaf
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Dear Iran,
Among other things, I have some good news, and some bad news. Bless your heart, lively thing you are, I'll give you the good news first.
We have indeed been travelling the right way. We have finally spotted a known landmark - the Mountains of the North. Can you tell me the two that journeyed there? It is indeed Thrugg and Dumble who journeyed there, and we are following in their footsteps. It gives some of us a very chilling feeling, to be so close to a deceased Redwall hero.
Anyways, the Mountains tell us that we are well on the right way. Just cross the Barren Lands, and we'll head on north to the Broadstream.
Now for the other paw.
I am very sorrowed. Today, one of my fellow journeymen came down with a slight fever. It was indeed the old cook Reynald. Bless his heart...as I'm writing this, a tear is running down my cheek.
He never did anything that he should be guilty of, let alone be punished in such a horrid way for it. For after the fever took him, we stopped over the path and gave him a dipper of water. He seemed better, but after the sun passed over the high point, he took down again, and convulsed. It was much worse, indeed.
For he simply...dropped dead. The entire group is shaken. First half the group is taken by Flitchaye, and now not only has a well-liked member of the group has been taken by this illness, but our morale is seriously dented due to the question of contagiousness.
Perhaps it is true...
Sadly,
Moralin
/I