Clan-brother Otholug,

I hope this letter finds you well. I am <<1>>, your clan-brother and your sister's son. I was a hunter at Faltonia's Promise, which I hear you still call "Goldfolly." I left for a hunt the day you returned, and passed you on the road. I was surprised as any to see my uncle, both so young-looking and yet so sickly, entering our town once more.

You had left in shame. I understand why you felt that way and was glad to see you return, but my hunting trip could not be delayed if we were to follow the Timber Mammoth herd into Malabal Tor as planned.

I expect you know the horror we returned to. The curse of Goldfolly reared its head once again, and our people were either driven off, dead, or turned into feral vampires. The survivors regrouped, founded a new clan-hold, and now thrive in the nearby hills.

I've spent quite some time tracking you down. I bribed a mercenary to get this to you so that I can ask you to return.

Come home. Together we will seek a cure and your crimes will be forgiven. This was your sister's last wish. She did not want you to be a pariah among your own people.