So, the book was useless.

Dad,
I'm writing this, even though I know you won't see it, because I need someone to talk to. I really thought this Book of the Return would get us somewhere, but it was a dead end. My companions are suspicious of me, naturally. Nothing fucking new there. I don't care, I don't care. I just want Her back.
We're supposed to intercept a "transaction" at the docks tonight. I don't know what it means, but I do know that one of these two traveling companions (it's the gnome, we all know it) is an incompetent, bumbling fool who may just ruin everything. Dad, I don't know what to do. If things go south, I will bail, because I made a promise to you to stay alive. It's just-- this cult has to know something useful, and I'll be damned if I'm going to let this opportunity pass us by.
Love you.