Indrizil:

Word has probably reached you about the fall of Maerimydra,and perhaps you have wondered about my safety. Obviously, I survived the sack of the city, although it was a close call indeed. The city fell at the hands of mere chattel -- the priestesses of the Spider Queen had kept the city so cowed that, with their power gone, its defenders could not resist even a force of goblins, ogres, and giants. We held our strong places for a time without the clerics, but then House Chumavh was overthrown from within, and so we were undone.

I write to you now from Szith Morcane, the old outpost noth and west of the city. Perhaps you will come visit me -- though must say that if you still profess faith in Lolth you will not be welcomed by those who rule here now. The Spider Queen's priestesses have found a new role here, which I think you would not enjoy very much.

I do not know if you still cling to the hope that the Spider Queen will restore you -- will restore all of us-- to her favor, but if you do, I urge you to reconsider. It is not too late for you or for our bond of blood. The Lady of the Dead will accept you still, just as she has taken me into her care. All Maerimydra is her temple now, and her emissaries rule here too. Abandon your empty allegiance to a silent goddess and come to Szith Morcane, but do not wear the emblem of spider. I have need of allies of my own blood, and if Lolth still ignores your pleas, I suspect you do as well.

-Rhavauz