This entry is dated as The Eighteenth Sun of the Fifth Astral Moon.
Oscare can be seen writing a letter among a dimly lit room.
Dear sweet Jancis,
 I hope you are well.
My sister Kanah loved the flowers you sent her, and she asked all kinds of questions about you. They've received your wonderful letters, and have always pounced of the subject of you whenever I visit. It's heartwarming, really. I never thought I could go into great detail of a woman in my life, it's strange.
Kanah kept asking; "What's she like?! Do you know her favorite color?! What's her birthstone?! Her diety?! Are you a couple yet?! Can she actually tolerate your boasts?!", and when I asked her why she was so curious, she said she was so prepared to be an aunt. It's kind of disturbing.
Grace also sent you her regards, my mom on the same inquiry boat as Kanah. But she was a little bit more passive about it. "When are you two getting married? Do I get to be a grandmother before I die...? Oh, that would put such a light in this poor woman's eyes..."
I think I forgot to tell you that my mom is gravely sick. Grace's birth took a toll on her, tales spread that she was an ace marksman -- until he met my father. They moved to Vesper Bay to live in peace and had three little kids (mind you, we're not so 'little' anymore). It's a thing that runs in the family, I suppose. Except for Kanah, she's more of a book type person. I heard that lately, she was recently accepted as a summoner. She was just accepted as a scholar two years ago! She has quite the knack of studying and absorbing information like a sponge.Â
Anyway, the subject of this letter is simple. I'm sorry for being so... eccentric the last couple of meets we had. I may have let my emotions get the better of me, with all these other things happening. Anyway, at your earliest convenience, I would pray you let me another chance to mend things properly.Â
 Much love and appreciation,
                     Oscare
The entry ends here on the note of Oscare folding up the sheet.
Oscare can be seen writing a letter among a dimly lit room.
Dear sweet Jancis,
 I hope you are well.
My sister Kanah loved the flowers you sent her, and she asked all kinds of questions about you. They've received your wonderful letters, and have always pounced of the subject of you whenever I visit. It's heartwarming, really. I never thought I could go into great detail of a woman in my life, it's strange.
Kanah kept asking; "What's she like?! Do you know her favorite color?! What's her birthstone?! Her diety?! Are you a couple yet?! Can she actually tolerate your boasts?!", and when I asked her why she was so curious, she said she was so prepared to be an aunt. It's kind of disturbing.
Grace also sent you her regards, my mom on the same inquiry boat as Kanah. But she was a little bit more passive about it. "When are you two getting married? Do I get to be a grandmother before I die...? Oh, that would put such a light in this poor woman's eyes..."
I think I forgot to tell you that my mom is gravely sick. Grace's birth took a toll on her, tales spread that she was an ace marksman -- until he met my father. They moved to Vesper Bay to live in peace and had three little kids (mind you, we're not so 'little' anymore). It's a thing that runs in the family, I suppose. Except for Kanah, she's more of a book type person. I heard that lately, she was recently accepted as a summoner. She was just accepted as a scholar two years ago! She has quite the knack of studying and absorbing information like a sponge.Â
Anyway, the subject of this letter is simple. I'm sorry for being so... eccentric the last couple of meets we had. I may have let my emotions get the better of me, with all these other things happening. Anyway, at your earliest convenience, I would pray you let me another chance to mend things properly.Â
 Much love and appreciation,
                     Oscare
The entry ends here on the note of Oscare folding up the sheet.
"Critical fails; for when the GM sobs at night and the players get free checks."
