Mother,
I hope you are doing well. We have traveled far since our last correspondence. The world becomes ever more dangerous. You've no doubt heard rumors of our exploits. We've become nobility of a sort. Flamebringers they call us. Most of the stories are true. It has been harrowing, and we've uncovered many terrors that bode ill for the world. I would ask that you secure yourself and others in your community. Create plans for the worst. Dark times lie ahead.   As always, I send you my love.
Charles Aurus-Valoric