Letter from Finnris to Lady Aeridnis

Lady Aeridnis Vorzin,
Mistress of the Tower of Black Flame,
c/o Blackey,
29/3/2214

Greetings Noble Witch,
Thank you for your letter it was excellent to hear from you.
Blackey delivered the message just before the assault on Bruneval's Ghostberg. I read it to the crew as we disembarked, oh how they laughed at my mistaking Dragon's piss for Quodethi brandy. I had been wondering why passing water burned so much, and now the smoke and smell of sulphur makes sense, I thought it was one of Zerdas pranks.
Bruneval had his trap well prepared, and we strode straight into it! We were quickly surrounded, Vorstagg and I bore the brunt of the attacks, Zerda wielded magic and blade and Aeshma danced among the horde barely taking a scratch. We were hard pressed, but ultimately our teamwork and a charge from the brave Quodethi marines won the day. In the climax of battle, everything came together beautifully. Aeshma kept us in the fight, Vorstag commanded the sailors skilfully, and Zerda blew me mightily hard, right across the battlefield, where we ended the villain, Bruneval for the second time this moon. We returned to Quodeth triumphant!
Your mother, High Diadem Liana, consecrated the remains of the undead pirate lord, to ensure he would never trouble Quodeth again. If I had not known otherwise, I would have thought you and Liana sisters Aeri.
Now we make preparations for the next mission - the most dangerous yet...
Aeri, will you join with us?
Your friend,
Finnris,
c/o Blackey
The Autumn Moon,
Quodethi Navy Auxiliary Dockyard.

P.S. I left a case of Dwarven Stout on the roof terrace for you. It’s a soothing brew, great for flushing out the system and the stone bottles keep the ale chilled.

P.P.S. There appears to be some fire damage on the roof terrace. Part of the balcony and some of the floor tiles have melted and cracked, and there is a dark stain around the damage, it's as if a liquid fire has splattered the corner masonry. You should have a mason look at it, least a tile or brick falls and brains some vagabond lurking in the back alley.