We have entered the Long Rift, Gallett. I'm sending you this now because there is a courier leaving tonight. The Progenitor, as you might guess, has business to conduct always. Her people, her offspring, her estate, none of them can exist without the touch of her hand and the verification of her word. But I don't know when the next courier will leave after the 1 who departs later this night so I'll update you as well as I can now.
 1st, I can tell you I am fine and am having a splendid time working with the diggers and learning from them while offering my meds opinions on various findings and speculations for like most avid practitioners they can't very well stop themselves. It does make for a lively journey. 
        I see the rider in the evenings because we share a tent. She is withdrawn from me, from all of us, preparing, and now, too, she is sensing. She began this before we ever reached the rim of the Rift and started to descend. That was yesterday. Today for all of the day we moved within it. It is old. The diggers say it is believed to be the oldest on the planet.