| Letter from the wife of Count Beledal | |
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 Item needed to complete a quest | |
| Description | |
Inventory/slot |
Quest items / Books |
Category |
Common item |
Type |
Other |
Expansion |
Blood and Wine |
Source |
Found during the art exhibition |
Base price |
1 
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Price to buy |
1
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Price to sell |
1
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Weight |
0 
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Journal entry[ | ]
- My Dearest!
- Everything here is good. For several days now the sun has been shining and it is quite hot, so the window in Clarissa's room is open almost all day. If you could see her little face when rays of sunlight hit it... Pure joy. She looks just like she was before the accident. If it gets a bit warmer, I will have her chair taken to the garden.
- The day before yesterday, Master Buyvarde's wife, Elisa, visited us. You remember her don't you? When the Buyvarde's moved to Kovir, all the society ladies were scared of inviting her to dine as she seemed to be either mad or some sort of self-taught witch. This was all because, despite not having the right education, she made magic ointments and cosmetics. It is said that she spent three years in the Dragon Mountains learning from some elven sorceress...
- You know I don't pay much heed to gossip, which is why when the butler announced her, I immediately invited her in for a glass of lemonade. It turns out that she is an exceedingly charming person, and stories of her alleged witchcraft are highly exaggerated -- she actually studied for three years at Aretuza, but because of some bad investments made by her father she had to leave the academy. She left, however, with a good knowledge of plants and their magical applications. She brought with her a healing ointment which I have to rub into Clarissa's legs each morning and evening for ten days. When the treatment is complete, Elisa promises to visit us again to see the results and advise us further. I have a good feeling about this woman. In my next letter, I'll tell you what happened with the treatment she recommended.
- Take care of yourself my dearest. I beg that you don't overreact and do something silly, if something happened to you I wouldn't know what to do.
- I love you,
Arabella