To my dear friends,
I hope this letter finds you well and at peace. With my farm expanding in both land and workers, I have had very little time for correspondence. Three of my cows gave birth in these past two weeks and I was there for each and every one. I am still the village sweetheart. How could I not with my charms being what they are?
The farm has not been the same without you here to accompany me for late night gambles. As soon as I find time for vacation, rest assured I will come to visit.
I write to you to report about a line rather curious occurrences. Elves from Dalish clans have been sighted and many have come to my frontdoor. Imagine my surprise! I thought I was to stare Death in the eye once more, but lo', the elves wanted nothing more of me than directions. They all asked me about flowers and I told them that all flowers I knew of were to be found in my flowerbeds.
At the fifth request, my interest peaked and I had no choice but to inquire about this flower they all sought. With so many elves, I thought I had found myself a new source of income (can never have too many of those, right, lads?). The flower they seek is one used for a wedding tradition and word had gotten around that I had them growing in my backyard after one of them elves found it.
Where evil lies buried, a majestic plant has sprouted. The flowers are as beautiful as Andraste, they smell like rose gardens, and the elves call it 'Mythal's Grace'. I will make a fortune.
The Maker be with you.
Yours truly,
Myde Hathersage