Dear Legate al-Marain,
I write to you today to express my every impression towards your dignity and poise. You showed every part the virtues of courage, temperance, and faith in your commitment besides our mission to make amends and to cleanse the Stele together with the Chamber of Rule. In truth, I know not if you share the value of the virtues with myself and my old order, and yet I wished to pen you these words all the same. Duly impressive and I hope in the future I can make amends far greater than what was broken this last week.
When I was a girl, my mother gifted me a flute. So charmed was I with the thing that I would often sit upon the windowsill at night and play with it as I watched the heavens move overhead. Of course, without exception, the maids would give me a fetching as such was not becoming of a lady. Nevertheless, I cannot help but think back to those days of peace in the highlands and wonder at how much the world has changed but for the passage of time. Of course, I can no longer play the flute, but not for a lack of trying. I find myself wondering if you have ever found yourself taken by music of any kind.
Yours sincerely,
Caddick,
Student of the Balladeers of the Lost Hearth
I write to you today to express my every impression towards your dignity and poise. You showed every part the virtues of courage, temperance, and faith in your commitment besides our mission to make amends and to cleanse the Stele together with the Chamber of Rule. In truth, I know not if you share the value of the virtues with myself and my old order, and yet I wished to pen you these words all the same. Duly impressive and I hope in the future I can make amends far greater than what was broken this last week.
When I was a girl, my mother gifted me a flute. So charmed was I with the thing that I would often sit upon the windowsill at night and play with it as I watched the heavens move overhead. Of course, without exception, the maids would give me a fetching as such was not becoming of a lady. Nevertheless, I cannot help but think back to those days of peace in the highlands and wonder at how much the world has changed but for the passage of time. Of course, I can no longer play the flute, but not for a lack of trying. I find myself wondering if you have ever found yourself taken by music of any kind.
Yours sincerely,
Caddick,
Student of the Balladeers of the Lost Hearth