As part of the knowledge exchange with Desnind, the University was sponsoring students to make contact with select individuals from that distant land. They would be given full accommodation by the University aboard the Flutterbus to relocate, in hopes that they'd share what they know with encouragement in the form of knowledge exchange. Zemos had a mind to contact those distant people in Desnind, as he understood his 'kind' the Sev'ryn were populous there, and they even spoke the language he'd happened to know the best, Xanthean! He was excited at the prospect of talking to someone in his favored language, and so got to writing several letters to go out to various people in Desnind. Hopefully one would find their interest piqued, and answer.
Without the slightest wait, he sat down at his desk and began penning the letter in Xanthean:
Onitẹsiwaju!
I am Doctor Z, physician, tailor, and student of toxicology of Viden Academy here on Scalvoris. I have been studying toxicology for over two arcs now, with a particular focus on insectoid venoms and their interaction with mortal life systems. I had written in hopes of establishing a correspondence with one of your people who are knowledgeable about this area of study. I have heard that Desnind has many fascinating entomological species that are native to its area, and would love to put oru heads together to compare knowledge.
The University has pledged to cover all costs associated with travel and staying at Scalvoristown, so that your stay will be as accomodating as possible while sharing your knowledge with the students and faculty. I think we can all benefit from the spread of information and knowledge about this area of study.
I look forward to meeting you!
Sincerely,
Doctor Z(emos)
So having written the letter, he made sure it got delivered to the flutterbus on the next convoy to Desnind. It was given to a courier, who was tipped a small handful of coppers. The courier tipped his hat and then was off.
9th Zi'da 721
Thirty trials had come and gone, and still no word from anyone from Desnind. Zemos was rather crestfallen that his note had either gone astray or else not found interest in anyone from Desnind. Then again, it was early yet. The Flutterbus took fifteen trials both ways, and so it'd be a minimum of thirty days before he got any sort of reply.
He got ready for the day, donning his robe of shiny brown silk, with a mantle of wolfskins. Lambskin gloves, and some sturdy, fur-lined boots, as it was getting quite cold out lately. From his humble, rented shack, he made his way to the University office, where they received most of the mail from associates abroad.
Once he arrived there, he asked the clerk, "Has any letter come addressed to Doctor Z today?"