Player Handout: Sister Mirela's Letter

On parchment stamped with Pharasma's spiral

To whom the Lady guides,

The dead in Thornwick do not rest. The living grow sick with memories that are not their own. I have seen the Shroud fray, and I know what comes after.

I cannot pay in gold what I do not have. But I can offer safe passage — through the Boneyard, if it comes to that, and through the courts of the living until then. I can offer truth, for I have read the records of the Threshold, and I know what sleeps beneath the battlefield.

Come to Thornwick. The church of Pharasma stands at the crossroads. Ask for the anchorite with ink-stained hands.

— Sister Mirela Voss