Dear Brother,
You are very clever in your guidance. I did not think to take one of the boats that travels in the sky; that is many eyes and many faces that may look this way. The water seemed easier... but Quentheri never said we would be sharing a room with cargo freights. And so, I am not. Not in a room.
The Starfall reminds me of home. Reminds me of you. I am grateful for the chance to breathe, but while I have not been seen yet, this level of the boat is getting very busy. More and more travelers are also choosing this day for their trips, and I do not think I can stay in this... room of crates. I may not be able to leave.
Many sea elves have spoken and gossiped as they worked, and one of them said that a room was vacant for maintenance. I am... in a lull, right now, perhaps the elves have stopped loading so that they can have their meal? My limb still aches, Brother, but I know if I am to move, it needs to be soon. I just wanted to tell you that I am alive, and I hope with all of my heart that this abandoned room will keep me that way through the night. I also hope that the sleepless fog of my brain will clear soon - I can not remember if the elves said the room was 809 or 908. I will take one more short moment to catch my breath, and then I will move.
Please Lead Me Safely,
Xhoya