My dearest K -Â
   I'm in the city and I should tell you, it is swarming with life of all sorts. I can stand in one place and hear snippets of stories from all sorts. It's intriguing to hear the things that you do, just standing in one small section of this large land. I can't understand why we cut ourselves off from them, but I have always been of the mind that our masters were crazy, though in a different way from what they seem to have been turning into as of late.Â
  I'm sad to say I have little to offer in this letter. I didn't want to make you wait for another message from me, though I haven't received word from you since getting here. Please don't think I am complaining, my love. Your situation is far more precarious. I am only saying that I miss you intensely, and I feel I should remind you of this often and in many ways. I was tempted to add along a flower with this letter. However, I fear that by the time it arrived there, it would be either wilted or frozen solid. Either way, it would be pointless to send one now, much as I want to. I'd rather shower you in their petals in person.Â
   For now, I am keeping more to myself, though I have signed up with a guild to continue learning blacksmithing. There's little money in it, since I'm mostly polishing weapons and keeping the fires heated up. It's a blow to my pride, I admit, because I'd hoped to hop into learning how to shape weaponry from the beginning. It seems I have a long journey of knowledge in this as well. I met a friendly fellow the other night while I was tending to his armor. I won't share his name, it's safer not to, but he's a Miqo'te with large, black ears and a long tail. He laughs often and loves to dance. He forced me to accompany him to a nearby tavern to have a few drinks in gratitude for my tending so diligently to his armor for him. He means to pay me without informing my teacher, as long as I willingly do the work at his inn room.Â
   That may seem like an odd request, but then he does odd work, he admits. I've been hesitant to ask him more about it, because it's clear he doesn't wish to share. As we have only become acquainted, I can understand his reticence. His inn room is filled with objects from his travels, too. He shares stories with me. I hope to introduce you to him within a few months, if everything works out successfully. I have told him stories of you, too. He understands how dire it is to get you here, and he has offered to help in any means he can. He intends to introduce me to a friend in the next few days, to see how I can help them.
   There are plans set in motion to get you here, my love. You know this is my only desire above anything else. We will be together again, I promise you.
   All my love,Â
            -M
   I'm in the city and I should tell you, it is swarming with life of all sorts. I can stand in one place and hear snippets of stories from all sorts. It's intriguing to hear the things that you do, just standing in one small section of this large land. I can't understand why we cut ourselves off from them, but I have always been of the mind that our masters were crazy, though in a different way from what they seem to have been turning into as of late.Â
  I'm sad to say I have little to offer in this letter. I didn't want to make you wait for another message from me, though I haven't received word from you since getting here. Please don't think I am complaining, my love. Your situation is far more precarious. I am only saying that I miss you intensely, and I feel I should remind you of this often and in many ways. I was tempted to add along a flower with this letter. However, I fear that by the time it arrived there, it would be either wilted or frozen solid. Either way, it would be pointless to send one now, much as I want to. I'd rather shower you in their petals in person.Â
   For now, I am keeping more to myself, though I have signed up with a guild to continue learning blacksmithing. There's little money in it, since I'm mostly polishing weapons and keeping the fires heated up. It's a blow to my pride, I admit, because I'd hoped to hop into learning how to shape weaponry from the beginning. It seems I have a long journey of knowledge in this as well. I met a friendly fellow the other night while I was tending to his armor. I won't share his name, it's safer not to, but he's a Miqo'te with large, black ears and a long tail. He laughs often and loves to dance. He forced me to accompany him to a nearby tavern to have a few drinks in gratitude for my tending so diligently to his armor for him. He means to pay me without informing my teacher, as long as I willingly do the work at his inn room.Â
   That may seem like an odd request, but then he does odd work, he admits. I've been hesitant to ask him more about it, because it's clear he doesn't wish to share. As we have only become acquainted, I can understand his reticence. His inn room is filled with objects from his travels, too. He shares stories with me. I hope to introduce you to him within a few months, if everything works out successfully. I have told him stories of you, too. He understands how dire it is to get you here, and he has offered to help in any means he can. He intends to introduce me to a friend in the next few days, to see how I can help them.
   There are plans set in motion to get you here, my love. You know this is my only desire above anything else. We will be together again, I promise you.
   All my love,Â
            -M