To Fahrook Farid, of Basdas, Presently residing in The Heathen File of Slay.
My illustrious and Most Pious Colleague! Humbly prostrating myself to Salaman's
Will I seek your dutiful attention! His Will commands it! I hear of your great
skill in the Arts and have learned of your residence in a Tavern of dim repute on
one Lake Skaya, from which place I hourly pray this missive soon saves you.
I implore you now: Recognize His Will in the success of this message reaching your
hand -- for only by His Grace does any event transpire. Truly, at each transpiring
we must pause, and reflect, until His meaning becomes clear, until we discern --
in the events He has designed -- His Will, that we may carry It at once with a glad
heart to the Fruition He demands. Imagine for a moment what it must mean that
this letter has found you; consider all the implications of the fact that I have
learned where you are and am challenging you to Answer His Call. Together, we will
Answer, and expand the domain of His Purity across this new, foul land.
Truly, I have discerned in the many tragic events of my own recent year that
Righteous Salaman wishes you and me now to expand the influence of His Wisdom in
the otherwise useless world, by constructing in the young city of T'lon a new
University.
To honor Him, this University must be suitably magnificent, the Arts there taught
by the most Gifted and Dedicated of His Arcanists. We would not fail He Who Today
Tolerates Your Life, would we? I know by your reputation, pious Fahrook, that
you cannot refuse my invitation to travel to the city of Ras Al-Khafji in the
Zyiphate of Uqbar, where we will discuss your glorious participation in detail.
I await you in humble Prayer, Salaman's vigilant Servant,