Xia Nan,
If you can read this letter, it means you've already arrived at Salt Rock Port.
I'm sorry I couldn't meet you at the place we agreed on. If I get the chance, I'll apologize to you in person.
It wasn't my intention.
The news from the north came much more urgently than expected. I'll be leaving at dawn tomorrow and can't stay here any longer. My destination is Blood-Cast Fortress, on the northeastern border of the Servia Kingdom. You can ask the owner of the Pickled Fish Tavern for more information. I paid him enough Gold Coin to cover half a year's rent so that he would keep this letter and provide you with whatever help you need.
The trouble beyond the border is far more serious than I anticipated. I may remain at Blood-Cast Fortress for several months, until the end of autumn.
This means that if you see this letter within the agreed time, there's no need to hurry. Finish dealing with the matters at hand, bring everything you need, and set off after fully resupplying in Salt Rock Port. You'll still have plenty of time.
The guidance regarding the profession path mentioned in my previous letter remains valid. If necessary, I'll wait for you at Blood-Cast Fortress. Fugan
P.S. The Seaweed Ale at the Pickled Fish Tavern is mediocre. I don't recommend ordering it.
Xia Nan lowered the letter in his hand.
He glanced up at the drink on the counter before him. The server had just set it down, and under the lamplight, it shimmered with a bluish-green hue. Seaweed-like objects could vaguely be seen drifting up and down inside.
As if refusing to believe it, he gripped the handle of the cup, lowered his head, and took a sip.
His brows furrowed slightly.