The Halls of Prosperity - Correspondences
Posted: Sun Nov 13, 2016 8:05 am
The following letter is delivered to Dawnbringer Artemis D'Assanthe at her home in 5 Angel's Court, South Sarshel. Upon its red wax seal is the emblem of the Royal Crest.
To Dawnbringer Artemis D'Assanthe,
I hope this letter finds you in good health and spirits. Word of your interest in the Halls of Prosperity in the Old Quarter has arrived via your inquiry at the Threespires Laern, where goodservant Yennim Hareddyn, the Keeper of Keys, has forwarded this news. Rest assured he spoke only good things of you, and there are few in Sarshel who do not know your name and of the deeds you have done for the people.
Allow me to introduce myself: I am Scribe Sulnar Sameravyn, representative of the Royal Census & Property Office. I took my training in the King's Academy in Lyrabar, and hold a degree in civil engineering and architecture, so it is with some personal curiosity as well as professional interest in this acquisition you have proposed. Perhaps you may offer this humble servant with a better idea of your proposition, for as I understand it the conversation between Keeper Harredyn and your kindself was constrained by the elements of time and duty, and meanwhile I shall endeavour to brief you on what I know of the Halls to assist your decision-making.
I understand that you are a native of the capital city of Athkatla. You are familiar with the Goldspires and of its famed Rose Dome - its gold layer purported to be cast from the melting-down of the coins that were thrown at Waukeen's feet by her many beloved? I hear tales of how when the sun rises each day over Athkatla, that the Dome becomes a sight to behold, filling the City of Coin with a radiance to rival the sun itself. Yes, there are a few from the trade guilds that bring back such stories from the far lands; as a scholar I confess a part of me is drawn to such romanticized visions, but in Impiltur reality must often try to find a place among myth, uncomfortable as it feels.
The Halls of Prosperity once too, knew the presence of the Golden Lady. Even now I find it difficult to explain where we had gone wrong. I suppose it is easy to take for granted when routine runs its course the usual way. I cannot claim to know all of what happened, only that when the value of the Halanth fell to equal that of third-grade quartz some years ago, it was also when blame began to descend upon the clergy. It was not long after that Lender Agatha Trikase and her fellow waukeenar fled the city, with golden cowls to cover their shame.
You will have to be prepared to compensate heavily for what was left behind: in substance as well as in spirit. I lack the words to describe what is left of the Halls, for I do not wish to alarm you, but I will not be unkind to the memory of the Golden Lady either. If you wish, I will arrange for Keeper Hareddyn to show you the place before you commit to decision.
Until then, let us continue to hope there will come brighter days.
Kind regards,
S. Sameravyn