Franz held the letter addressed to him in his hands. No, not Frhanz Kirche, but Franz. Him. Not to a Mr. Renatus. Only the name he gave to the public. Upon reading it, it wasn’t surprising to see who the sender had been. If anything, it was as if the letter had always been ready to be sent. To arrive at the precise moment he would detest it the most.
“He would pick now of all times to send something like this,†the Garlean grumbled, slightly. “Or rather, given the state of everything, it’s no surprise it would arrive now.â€
But he knew the person Kirche had been. His wants. Aspirations. His beliefs. They were not in Ishgard. And he desperately wanted to ensure it would stay that way. What Franz knew of the land made it more unpleasant to imagine than any of the memories. Even the single time he had forced himself into Coerthas has been too close for comfort.
And so he replied to the letter in as nice a way as he could manage.
“He would pick now of all times to send something like this,†the Garlean grumbled, slightly. “Or rather, given the state of everything, it’s no surprise it would arrive now.â€
But he knew the person Kirche had been. His wants. Aspirations. His beliefs. They were not in Ishgard. And he desperately wanted to ensure it would stay that way. What Franz knew of the land made it more unpleasant to imagine than any of the memories. Even the single time he had forced himself into Coerthas has been too close for comfort.
And so he replied to the letter in as nice a way as he could manage.
