Nadine writes an angry letter. Arild still manages to get the last word. Written roughly a week ago.
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(Delivered with a seal that, on close inspection, appears to have been deftly popped and re-applied–implying whoever opened the letter had access to the same seal and wax. The letter inside is written with a sharp, very precise script)
Ser Knoltros,
I should like to preface this letter by saying I have no personal quarrel with you. This matter is solely restricted to what I discuss herein, and should it be resolved reasonably we shall have no further reason to be at odds. In addition this is likely a matter of great personal import for the party in question, and so I would appreciate your discretion in this.
You have had my son under your tutelage for some weeks now, and I am grateful to you for taking him on. However, in light of information in his most recent communication with us, and in light of information I have received from relatives, I must insist that you release him from his training. Return him to the Lancers’ Guild, or better yet drive him from this madness altogether. He is a gentle soul, and his place is not on the battlefield. Less so at the front lines of a war he cannot understand and has no stake in.
I feel that with this request I owe you some explanation. Aden is not our son by birth, but the son of a very dear friend who had arranged with us to care for her children should the worst happen. We have long suspected his father, who is otherwise unknown to us, hailed from Ishgard, and was likely at the very least a soldier in their ceaseless war. While I have received no confirmation of this, the simple knowledge of the turn his training has taken most recently gives me cause to protest. He is chasing the same phantom, whether it is true or not.
Again I must implore you, let him go. He is all that remains of our cherished sister-in-arms, and the foundation upon which we have striven to build our legacy in peace.
Regards,
Nadine Dellebecque
(Folded in behind the letter, in a flowing, beautiful script)
Disregard my dearheart’s letter–she means well, only means to protect, but she must be made to learn that Aden is his own man, and grown besides, and she cannot protect him forever. Nor should she try–it is unfair to him to be coddled, he has never needed it before.
I only ask that you take care of him for as long as he remains under your tutelage. He is more precious to us than anything in the world, and he deserves the best possible chance at whatever he means to do in life. Should you have any trouble with him please don’t hesitate to contact me, and I will advise you as best as I am able. He has turned out a bit odd, despite our best efforts.
–Arild
P.S. In my snooping around I heard your wife is expecting, congratulations! I hope you don’t mind if I send something along eventually.
A Formal Request
(Delivered with a seal that, on close inspection, appears to have been deftly popped and re-applied–implying whoever opened the letter had access to the same seal and wax. The letter inside is written with a sharp, very precise script)
Ser Knoltros,
I should like to preface this letter by saying I have no personal quarrel with you. This matter is solely restricted to what I discuss herein, and should it be resolved reasonably we shall have no further reason to be at odds. In addition this is likely a matter of great personal import for the party in question, and so I would appreciate your discretion in this.
You have had my son under your tutelage for some weeks now, and I am grateful to you for taking him on. However, in light of information in his most recent communication with us, and in light of information I have received from relatives, I must insist that you release him from his training. Return him to the Lancers’ Guild, or better yet drive him from this madness altogether. He is a gentle soul, and his place is not on the battlefield. Less so at the front lines of a war he cannot understand and has no stake in.
I feel that with this request I owe you some explanation. Aden is not our son by birth, but the son of a very dear friend who had arranged with us to care for her children should the worst happen. We have long suspected his father, who is otherwise unknown to us, hailed from Ishgard, and was likely at the very least a soldier in their ceaseless war. While I have received no confirmation of this, the simple knowledge of the turn his training has taken most recently gives me cause to protest. He is chasing the same phantom, whether it is true or not.
Again I must implore you, let him go. He is all that remains of our cherished sister-in-arms, and the foundation upon which we have striven to build our legacy in peace.
Regards,
Nadine Dellebecque
(Folded in behind the letter, in a flowing, beautiful script)
Disregard my dearheart’s letter–she means well, only means to protect, but she must be made to learn that Aden is his own man, and grown besides, and she cannot protect him forever. Nor should she try–it is unfair to him to be coddled, he has never needed it before.
I only ask that you take care of him for as long as he remains under your tutelage. He is more precious to us than anything in the world, and he deserves the best possible chance at whatever he means to do in life. Should you have any trouble with him please don’t hesitate to contact me, and I will advise you as best as I am able. He has turned out a bit odd, despite our best efforts.
–Arild
P.S. In my snooping around I heard your wife is expecting, congratulations! I hope you don’t mind if I send something along eventually.
