Dear Blaise, this is Corwin Goodfellow, calling.
This is probably the last message that we will be able to send to you. The going is very slow because the path has all but disappeared. We are in the middle of nowhere. This is a jungle!
There is barely space to go forward. The horses are doing well, but the wagon is a nuisance.
And otherwise, bad news.
The communication center is breaking down. We do not know why. The Elf Tenwar has done all he could, but to no avail.
We will send this, on the chance that you get it, but nothing is certain.
The forest is very dense. The Lady Vivian has much pleasure in painting all sorts of flowers and stuff, but the perspective is not very positive, we may have to send back the wagon and the horses to Norn Gundasä, and go forward on foot.
So, the transmitter being dead we will probably have to resort to telepathic communication, and if that fails, the lady Vivian says that she will write in her journal.
There is no sign either of the Overlord or of his people. But we know that we are being watched.