Livia

Livia, my dearest.  They call me foolhardy, but you are more reckless than even the bond of our vows should allow.  Your pursuit of arcane knowledge is admirable, but this time I fear you have gone too far.

I knew you were following a rumor through the wastelands, the scent of dark rituals allowing access to the elder worlds.  But since your last letter, begging to me come here, I have heard nothing.  It's not like you, on the edge of discovery, to become so abruptly silent.

So I promised to find you and now I am here, at the outskirts of a desolate township, under dark eldritch skies.  What did you discover Livia?  Are you still here?  And if not, have you left a trail for me to follow?