Dear Brother,
I must tell you, this world has it's own sort of magic, at least. They don't rely on ley lines, or the channeling of mana like us, they use what they call power lines, and electricity, instead. It really is something to behold, Brother, and I wish I could show you. I'm told they use many different ways to collect this power, and send it throughout entire towns to be used by all, and their towns here hold a great, great many people. They light and warm their homes, cool AND cook their food, and most impressively, communicate through it! They funnel the power into great spires, which take signals from these small.. I don't even know how to describe a phone to you! I'll simply have to bring one back! And a computer, a laptop! I know you don't understand these words, Brother, and I'm sorry to confuse you with this letter. If it ever reaches you, even.. This is the fourth I've written for you since I've found myself here, this magicless world, one for every month I've been away, just as I always send. But I have no way, not yet, to send these, to send myself, back home. I do fear these will never make it to you, and you believe the worst has happened to me, but I continue to work every day, to study what little amount of magic I can still use, to learn of this world, its people and their strange ways. Perhaps one day I'll be able to recreate the accident that brought me here, or find some other way back home, but for now, all I can do is hope until then. Perhaps fate will spare you a dream of these letters. You deserve that much.
With love, Tyr Datan