Oh you fool of a Thomas!
How have you managed to get yourself lured into a crossbow wedding? I swear that one of these days your craving for romance and companionship will be the end of you. At least this time it is not a noble who’ll discard you at the earliest opportunity.
This Lyra does sound like a nice person, and I look forward to meeting her (if we ever get that far), and I’ll do my best to remember the right name. I do urge you caution though, knowing it is futile and you’ll disregard my words and throw caution to the wind. As you already have the feeling something is off or wrong, listen to your instincts. Head them and be careful. Usually when we have the feeling there is something amiss, it turns out to be true.
Either way it sounds like you have had quite the adventure, even battling a dragon! Alistan would be jealous, maybe more than with regards to Elsa. Dragons are a nasty business and as you may have heard the Fenhunter has returned and had been gathering an army not too far from where I currently reside. Now the fight between two the king and this dragon is none of my business, but it disturbing the villages under my care is.
The entire thing cumulated into a large battle just north of here, the battle of the North Plains they call it. Needless to say, I have been very busy. Aside from my normal tasks, I have been giving aid to all the wounded soldiers who come here. And it is not only the king’s soldiers and knights who’ve required healing. I have, when foraging, also encountered wounded draconians and kobolds, remnants of the Fenhunter’s army. By and large they have avoided me, but to those who required aid, I have given it.
Together with the fey that now roam the Lorewood, it makes for an interesting mix of dangers. But they all tread carefully when Midnight comes.
Other than that my life is not as exciting as yours, not as much adventures, though I have taken on some quests to prove myself to the circles. Especially the Long Table is of interest for me as they at least are there to aid the common folk of the outer parts of town.
Dorr has taken up residence in Fishtown, which is as bad as it sounds, and is working as a stone mason more than as a mercenary. I’ve lost count of the number of times I had had to bail him out of prison for being drunk and disorderly, but he always offers me a place to stay when I am in Keralon.
The only other interesting piece of news I have of our former companions is that Edward moved back to Tarn at the end of last year. Elsa is still in Keralon, but apparently he was recalled. apparently he needed to run his family’s estate back home.
I hope that in your voyage to Keralon you stop by here, it would be lovely to host you and Kyra here for a few nights and catch up, before you move on to the city. I look very forward to having a wedding celebration with you and your bride! You certainly owe me that!
your loving sister,
Hayley