A worn letter arrives, a bit curled at the edges due to hard travel. For the most part however it is in good condition and is relatively undamaged from the elements. A rough wax seal keeps it closed, and what could only be described as an address - a poor one at that - was on the front.
M. K. Andres
Syliras Main Citadel
Dear Markus,
I hope this letter finds you well. As promised, I have written to you at the first possible moment to let you know I am relatively well. I suppose really I should let you know my misadventures so far. To begin with I travelled south east through the Wildlands to Sunberth. It was a hard journey, but it was worth while. I felt I learned a lot about myself, and upon arriving in Sunberth I began to learn more.
From Sunberth I moved onwards to face my fears in Sahova. It was just as frightening as my last visit there - I will save that tale for another time - but, I still faced it. So far I have survived, and I plan to continue to do so until I leave once more in the early Spring.
I had a epiphany of sorts whilst being among the dead, if it could even be called such a thing. Fear not, I am not becoming some crazed cut throat. The principles we shared still run true within me, and it is those same principles that I will begin working with. Maybe it is just my imagination, but I sense the stirrings of a revolution with the city. And with that, who knows what can be achieved?
Stay safe, stay well, my Knight.
Yours,
Fallon Skylar