[A letter, attached to a soaking bundle, exchanges hands along the coast, making its way down to the docks of the Spire.]

CALLAN,

We hope that the Siren Serene continues to bless your wonderous travels. It is a shame your song has not reached our ears quite yet.

Your father continues to fill the void your empty hands have made with your absence; the hard work of those fishing nets weighs heavy on his shoulders, but he offers you great assurances he is well. He has joined me for dinners since your departure, as we once did when we were children, called inside after making castles in the sand. His eyes look toward the horizon, as if charting a singular journey of his own.

A couple nights ago, he had asked me to include this parcel with this missive; I hope it has not blurred the ink of his hopes for you.

We look forward to your victorious return to these shores upon the call of the Siren Serene. 

Yours,

RIGHT HAND OF THE ANCAIRE COMPANY