<The night of the Rostlandeer's return to Oleg's, Xene spends some time to pen a letter of introduction to the bishop of
the church of Erastil in Restov. IIRC his name is Isvanki Keeg, although I have him down as the "High Priest" in Restov, and not a Bishop. Xene would ask around to find out the name and proper form of address for the young master.>
To Bishop Isvanki Keeg of the church of the Stag God in Restov.
From Sister Xene Somhnal, house chaplin to Sir Thierry Mareschal
Allow me to introduce my master, Sir Thierry Mareschal.
I have served in his family as chaplain, replacing my father Brother Jod Somhnal upon his retirement.
Growing up in Sir Thierry's father's household, the Baronet Theodoric the II, holder of House Mareshal and the Mareshal herd, I now accompany sir Thierry in his attempts to bring law back to the lawless region of southern Brevoy. Working out of Oleg's trading post Sir Thierry has driven out or destroyed most of the bandits that were ruining the lives of the trappers, hunters, and traders in the area. He has overseen improvements at Oleg's trading post, and helped improve trade throughout the region.
In our time in Southern Brevoy, Sir Thierry discovered a strength within himself that came from his faith in old Dead Eye. He wields his faith now like both a sword and a shield against the darkness he sees in men's souls. I am only a simple sister, but his fearlessness, his inate sense of justice, and his ability to lead others with the force of his faith alone shows that he is blessed. I will leave him to tell his tale, but ask that you provide him what comfort and guidance your wisdom can; for I know of no better man. He suffered a most grievous wound in our last battle. One that would surely have killed a lesser man. The killing blow split his holy symbol asunder. Since the battle, he has been very slow to recover. He requires an aide beyond both my simple healing arts and my knowledge of the faith.
I leave his health and care in your most merciful hands.
Your sister in faith, and shepherd of a small flock
Sister Xene Somhnal
"Would you like to read it, young …" Xene will stop herself and smile. "I should really stop calling you that Master." She hands him the rolled parchment. "I have neither wax nor seal with which to close it. Read it if you wish. Other than orthography (which was never my strong suite), I have written what I believe to be true of you. And can now only hope his excellency sees the same thing."