The letter is a beige color with an Maelstrom wax seal holding the contents inside.
Warren,
I do apologize for not warning you ahead of time. The Maelstrom cut my time short, and what was once a promised vacation soon became a transfer back to Limsa Lominsa.
I'm writing to you from Maelstrom Command right now. It seems the work as an Overseer for the Grindstone paid off in the long run; afterall, I was elected for transfer from the Foreign Levy to a post in Command. While a Storm Lieutenant First Class, I should expect my promotion to a Captain and, perhaps even Commander, within the next several cycles.
A small part of my life was wearing the face of another. I think you're familiar with the sentiment, afterall, as the Arbiter. The man who stands upon the rock, ever watching and ever vigilant. A popular icon for many across the city states. It's reached my ears that you recently exceed fifty-four combatants at one. I wonder if that record shall continue rising.
Of course, you're likely wondering what will happen when I am gone. I expect Mari, Jredthys, yourself, and Howl, with a few others whom are rather numerous to count, to feel a loss at my disappearance. Firstly, I shall occasionally send out written letters like this to you and other souls who I feel deserving of them.
Secondly, to further alleviate the loss, I enlisted the services of an old friend. A mentee I met in the Shroud through... complicated circumstances and trained in the art of swordsmanship. His skills with the sword are not like mine; he still has work to do there, but at the very least he can wield a single sword without a shield well. He wields a bow exceedingly well, though, and has an eye for catching details that rivals--mayhaps even outmatches--my own abilities. In return, he saw it fitting to train my eyes and teach me some of the skills necessary to live in the other life. In a way, we're both indebted to each other, but he's declared a debt of loyalty for me. A platonic affair, I assure you.
I don't expect you to immediately trust him. He may even have reached you before you read this letter. I will, however, say this: He can be trusted. A man like him is loyal to those that earn his respect and does not break his vows easily. A word of caution though: Do not ask him about his past. What matters is what he does for you now. The last thing I need is you disposing off a valuable asset.
Regards,
Elise Wolfe
Storm Lieutenant First Class
