I know this letter will never reach you, brother, but Vivec willing, when the winds blow east over the Peaks of Valus and Velothi, may they carry my final thoughts to you.
This one brings you good news, my cats and kittens, tigers and tigresses—especially for everyone who loves moon-sugar! And that's all of us, isn't it, my lion-hearts, because admit it: nothing makes our tails twitch like a moon-sugar-glazed sweet roll!
A skeever, skewered and skinned, sizzling merrily on the campfire. Not a taste I personally crave; I would eat the weevil from an old apple before I forced this down my throat.
I swear one of the Guards has it. I had it last week before their weekly 'Let's shake down Fargoth' ritual. An engraved healing ring, family heirloom of mine. You haven't seen it have you?
Magic, some say, is the crux of the world of Arena. It is potent, vital, and deadly to the uninitiated. Spells in Tamriel, unlike some other worlds, are extremely unforgiving.
MYSTICISM: The class of spells used to alter the nature of magic itself. To include effects that dispel or absorb both spells and the magicka that feeds them, as well as telekinesis (which fits here as well as anywhere).