The letter is frayed and crumpled terribly, a sliver of the parchment missing from the end corner. The seal has long since broken, most of the wax stripping off.
Though addressed to Lady Coatleque Crofte at the Hourglass, the letter is part of a failed bandit raid and picked up, by chance, in the hands of a man who goes by the name of Xydane. Shown to Jancis once more, the letter is carried by the swordsman's hand to Ul'dah.
Dear Cici,
I think about you often. About your heartbreak.
I dare say I akin myself to Sir Castille time to time. Would I the courage to walk blindly through the snow in hopes to find someone that has, perchance, left me behind only for their own welfare. But we all saw what state he returned in. Thaliak only knows how that man survives anything. Would the Turns of what wisdom he should bear shine upon him to not be so reckless. Still, sometimes I venture the thoughts of lying in the snow, knowing my intentions to be true.
It has been moons and no word. There would be word. Master Vann has offered to help and I have taken him up on it. With his connections he might just bring light to the unknown.
This artist of Ul'dah is truly a remarkable man. I have not met nor read of any like him. He has a generous heart and still manages to stay grounded with people around him. It is almost like an extended family, of sorts, though his ideals and likes are quite peculiar. I always have this urge in my heart to help him with his dreams. He spoke of a wife and child he was forced to leave behind, I wonder if this life of excess is an attempt to fill the void. And not just his own void, but many others'; he gives freely of his time be it by his presence or his assets.
I have rarely seen him upset and upon such occasion, it has always been with another's well-being concern in mind.
So I took Master Vann up that he might help me find what happened to Alveo. I dishonor Thaliak by living in the dark. By staying with the unknown. Were he dead I know in my heart he did not mean to. That he did everything within his power to live. He told me that once; that his perspective changed. That all that mattered was living.
Or maybe he changed his mind. He also spoke of going North to live there, to fight, to fly through the snowy skies and soar with spear in hand. He had such doubts before. His mentor always encouraged him to pursue such dreams. Mayhaps going there it became a reality. My answer back would be a dismissal.
I feel doubt and it scorns me. Alveo told me not to doubt him, not even when he was away. I hate beds. I hate how lonely they feel and so large. In inn rooms at times I will simply pull the blankets to the floor and sleep that way.
If he needed me. Needed help. He would have called for me? Am I that utterly useless? My only other thought is that he is under duress, but I know who whom could do such a thing to him. He left so quickly with only a note upon the door and days later his stuff was cleaned out. The shadowing doubts of others weight heavily upon me and can no longer be dismissed.
Dare say I am lucky to known what I have. I had only read about such feelings before. Barely observed true people having them. To have them myself. To feel another want and desire me, to show care and giving, is truly remarkable. I am blessed with this knowledge; I am fortunate to be given an undeniable experience of how important it is I work hard to preserve it for everyone else around me.
At least I got that though it was far more than I could ever deserve.
For you, Cici, I will be there and support your dreams. For a family. For a new start. It will happen, the rivers of your life flows that way; I shall keep it on course.
Be safe and well,
Jancis
Though addressed to Lady Coatleque Crofte at the Hourglass, the letter is part of a failed bandit raid and picked up, by chance, in the hands of a man who goes by the name of Xydane. Shown to Jancis once more, the letter is carried by the swordsman's hand to Ul'dah.
Dear Cici,
I think about you often. About your heartbreak.
I dare say I akin myself to Sir Castille time to time. Would I the courage to walk blindly through the snow in hopes to find someone that has, perchance, left me behind only for their own welfare. But we all saw what state he returned in. Thaliak only knows how that man survives anything. Would the Turns of what wisdom he should bear shine upon him to not be so reckless. Still, sometimes I venture the thoughts of lying in the snow, knowing my intentions to be true.
It has been moons and no word. There would be word. Master Vann has offered to help and I have taken him up on it. With his connections he might just bring light to the unknown.
This artist of Ul'dah is truly a remarkable man. I have not met nor read of any like him. He has a generous heart and still manages to stay grounded with people around him. It is almost like an extended family, of sorts, though his ideals and likes are quite peculiar. I always have this urge in my heart to help him with his dreams. He spoke of a wife and child he was forced to leave behind, I wonder if this life of excess is an attempt to fill the void. And not just his own void, but many others'; he gives freely of his time be it by his presence or his assets.
I have rarely seen him upset and upon such occasion, it has always been with another's well-being concern in mind.
So I took Master Vann up that he might help me find what happened to Alveo. I dishonor Thaliak by living in the dark. By staying with the unknown. Were he dead I know in my heart he did not mean to. That he did everything within his power to live. He told me that once; that his perspective changed. That all that mattered was living.
Or maybe he changed his mind. He also spoke of going North to live there, to fight, to fly through the snowy skies and soar with spear in hand. He had such doubts before. His mentor always encouraged him to pursue such dreams. Mayhaps going there it became a reality. My answer back would be a dismissal.
I feel doubt and it scorns me. Alveo told me not to doubt him, not even when he was away. I hate beds. I hate how lonely they feel and so large. In inn rooms at times I will simply pull the blankets to the floor and sleep that way.
If he needed me. Needed help. He would have called for me? Am I that utterly useless? My only other thought is that he is under duress, but I know who whom could do such a thing to him. He left so quickly with only a note upon the door and days later his stuff was cleaned out. The shadowing doubts of others weight heavily upon me and can no longer be dismissed.
Dare say I am lucky to known what I have. I had only read about such feelings before. Barely observed true people having them. To have them myself. To feel another want and desire me, to show care and giving, is truly remarkable. I am blessed with this knowledge; I am fortunate to be given an undeniable experience of how important it is I work hard to preserve it for everyone else around me.
At least I got that though it was far more than I could ever deserve.
For you, Cici, I will be there and support your dreams. For a family. For a new start. It will happen, the rivers of your life flows that way; I shall keep it on course.
Be safe and well,
Jancis
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