(The following letter is written in a thoughtful, sober hand, though it still bears some of the author’s characteristic lack of finesse.)
To my dearest sister who lives in Talfore,
I, Argider de Roldan, send greeting from the north:This missive bears sad news, Arlais, for Sir Sabin de Guiscard of the Knights Lithmorran is dead. I cannot remember if I wrote much about him in my previous letters, but he was my sponsor to join the Knights all those weeks ago. He was also a good and honorable man, with a loving wife and four children, and it pains me to tell you that his death was evidently brought about by a Mage who had been hiding here among us in the City. Truly, the whole incident worries me more than I care to admit. If a seasoned Knight and soldier like Sabin de Guiscard could fall so easily to a Mage right here in Lithmore, then with all my flaws, what could I ever hope to achieve? What could any of us? If I had known I would not have more time to get to know him… well, he is gone now, and Urth is poorer for it.
Those troubles aside, I received a letter from Harith last month. You must have had an influence on him, because he seemed pleased to hear from me, and especially pleased by the news that I had joined the Merchants Guild, though he still disagrees vehemently with my choice to pursue Knighthood. He has not given up on his quest to see me settled down and married to a good Farin woman, either. I admit, it pains me to disappoint him on that matter. As far as I know, he and his wife are still unable to conceive, and Baqir is east, fighting on the Front. Do you think that either of those details affect Harith’s opinion of me, in some way? Even after twenty-and-three sun cycles as his brother, that man is still a mystery in my eyes. Still, he seems glad that I have taken up the family trade, and so I must thank you for whatever kind words you may have written to him on my behalf.
As for the rest, well, I strive to keep my head above water. The hours are long and the work is hard, but when I do find a free moment, I am often able to spend it with my friend. By the tone of your most recent letter, you will never forgive me if I don’t tell you more, and so I shall: she is called Shaylei le Orban, and she is the cousin to Baron Ariel le Orban, who owns quite an expansive estate just north of Lithmore. She is staying with him for the time being, while training as a member of the Physicians Guild. In many ways, Shaylei reminds me of you, Arlais, and I have no doubt that the two of you would get along quite well. Though, she has a large white hound that follows her everywhere, and I know that you haven’t cared much for dogs since that incident when I was six years old. Still, I think you would like her, as I do. Perhaps, one day.
Do give the boys my best, and your husband as well? This recent tragedy surrounding de Guiscard has been weighing heavily on my soul. It gives me pause, and yet I feel I must resist this yearning for home. I do not know how it will change the course of my life here in Lithmore, but somehow, I think it will. No, I think it must.
May Dav bless you and protect you, dear sister.
By my hand this evening of Arendas, Maius 4,
In the year of Our Lord 357,A_____ de R______