Letter #17: Oaths and Omens

Dear Maria,

Sleep did noy come easy to me, but with having transmuted Tupp into a badger – a creature more akin to my liking – and with the calming felt of Sir Ambergris beneath my meat paws, I did eventually drift into a restless slumber.

The still morning was broken by a cacophony of horns and alarum that we did not expect to be met with on such an island as this mysterious Isle of Shadows. At Vain Gate we were often roused by the clatter of an armed force, the blasting of arcane projectiles; the clittering of arachnid mandibles; or the