To High Cleric Shamson, greetings and salutations.
I hope you may have time to offer some advice and information, either by way of parchment or perhaps a meeting? Allow me to appraise you of my situation.
A couple of cycles back, at the end of FallFest, a balloon which was floating around wrapped its string around my throat. It seemed to recognise signs of distress - coughing and choking - and relaxed its grip though it is as yet unwilling to let go. On one occasion the cord tightened around me, lifted me from a seat and carried me away from a gathering at the Milltown Inn. This occurred in the sight of many, including the High Queen who has requested that I contact you.
I have spoken quite firmly to the balloon, suggesting that if it will refrain from gripping me in a stranglehold, I will refrain from approaching it with any sharp or pointy objects.
To be more serious, I would not damage the balloon. Wherever I go I am accompanied by the sound of children singing. The children, or perhaps their souls, are somehow held within the balloon. I have visited areas where there have been signs of children or where they have been sighted in the past, in the hope that there would be some response from the voices. So far these experiments have met with failure and the singing continues.
While they seem safe at the moment, I feel that there must be a better place for these poor lost children if it is they who are trapped within the balloon, or if it is their souls then they should be helped to find somewhere they can be at peace.
Have you knowledge of any way this situation can be resolved? I hope to hear from you, or meet with you at an early and mutually convenient time.
With thanks
Pallas the Perceptive