Lightchaser, when you read this letter, I'm either in the middle of killing a Chernor Worm or on my way to kill one.
I never imagined there could be so many types of Chernor Worms in the world.
Wail says you went through the same thing back in the day, except the Star Glacier didn't belong to her yet. Every time, you'd sneak to the outskirts and hide, and she'd go steal a worm to bring back for you to fight.
God, I can already picture it. Sounds exactly like a mama bird going out to hunt and coming back to feed her chick.
By the way, did Wail ever tell you she's been putting all the worms I kill on your bill?
At live worm prices, I suggest you look at the bill yourself. It's terrifying. You'll need to brace yourself mentally.
—Your loving apprentice, Rita
…
The morning after she sent the letter, Rita was still half-asleep when Lightchaser's voice roared from downstairs.
"You said you were teaching her for free! What's this bill?!"
