Letters to Tels (mailing address: to be determined/null/existence hotly debated amidst scholars throughout Tamriel)
26th of First Seed
The other day, I stopped by New Sheoth for brunch. Y'know, I love brunch, I love the Isles! And it's a lovely time of year, there. And it was lovely, but Unc said you may have ended up somewhere strange- now, you're usually off somewhere strange, and sometimes even without me (which is an awful shame, but I suppose my obligations as a Prince need to be tended to between misadventures) so that wasn't particularly concerning.
Well, what he actually said was: He tells-a-fish is far away, away in some adjacent place. Buried is the brass-forged bone, but what a bore to dig alone.
Last we spoke, you were planning further studies on fine-tuning the Egg's Tonal Bandwidth Receptor, and mentioned wanting to look at possible surviving fragments of Akulakhan provided by a contact in Blacklight. That would definitely put you in proximity to some brass bone, I thought.
Anyway, I'm excited to hear about your findings! And... Let me know if you'd like company? Wherever you are.