Lore:Letter from Luna (journal)

J-

In case I don't get a chance to give it to you myself, I'm going to leave my sigil in the old dead drop we used back in the day. It's yours now. Don't say I never gave you anything.

In Rasharn, a sigil of the Order of Masks is grown from a monqi ohiqi iuxawr in the tradition of the Daiuxawrme Veiqecam, a practice carried over from dati mice gwnqir eser ohme kuhateni. It's quaint, in a way, if you forget it's a weapon. Did you know that our sigils can also sing if you get them drunk enough?

Also, did you know this letter was written in salamine-colored ink?

The answer to both is no, silly. They're totally Rasharnian things that you're never going to experience unless you visit. So do that. My farm means serious business. I own so many chickens. If you come down, I'll finally show you what an omelette is. (That's not a Rasharnian thing.)

Love,

L