Father,
I sincerely hope this letter finds you well. Things in the Harbingers have been moving as fast as ever, just my speed, I can imagine you saying sometimes. Haha. So what has happened since last I wrote you? Ah yes, the foremost thing I'm sure you would like to know about is the tournament I have entered. I fought my first match two suns ago against the Company's giant of a Groundskeeper, Worren Tigre. The man fought well, and he was a veritable wall of muscle, but my speed helped me steer clear of most of his attacks. He did get one solid punch in on me before he yielded though, and it knocked one of my teeth out, but I did as you taught me and used his own hit against him, letting the momentum flip me around to strike at him once more. I must admit, it is nice having won, people see me as more than some pup with no experience under his belt now, and my win earned me at least some respect within the Company.
I know you're thinking how much a fool I am right now, but don't worry, I was careful as I fought, and my style has evolved enough it's nearly unrecognizable. I only know of two who might suspect something, both members of the Company. One goes by the name of Maruud, I'm not sure his last, I only caught his first in passing. The man has a profound knowledge of the Fists of Rhalgr, as I overheard in a conversation afterwords, but he made no mention to me that he might suspect. The other however, has likely figured it out, but I am unsure. His name is Scorpio Shirica, a member of the Strategic Division like myself. He owns a pair of goggles that he says are Sharlayan in design, and they could show him the aether in my body as I fought, and it was to he that Maruud later spoke to about the Fists and their ways, so as a man of learning I expect him to have pieced together the puzzle. I requested he keep the information to himself and the Saint, leader, of the Strategic Division and he agreed, but I am not fool enough to trust blindly.
I have noticed that since joining this Company, the people here are far more tolerant than outsiders, allowing all who serve the common goal among them, so long as issues do not arise. Because of this I do find myself slowly coming to terms with who I am, who you made me, father. I used my abilities in that fight and found no trouble for myself, so I will likely continue to do so, in the hopes of winning this little tournament.
In the other parts of my life, things have been no slower. A woman I considered a friend left the Company just today, but not before including me in some strange web of lies revolving around her. She told me falsely of rumors spreading through the Company about me, and the reputation I had with the Matriarch, Lady Covington. I spoke to the Matriarch after only to find out it was a lie, and that she had also told her I had tried to kiss her. I'm unsure what brought this about, but it was shocking to hear, and during our meeting, she even went so far as to insult the Matriarch as well as the Saint of the Strategy Division before resigning from the Company. I can only hope I was able to stop the rumors from spreading before they reached Anadl's ears, she has had a hard life, and has an Ala Mhigan's trust that I must earn because of it. Sorry, I know sometimes I say things that confuse you, and I know already that that might be one of them, so let me explain. the girl has had such a hard life, filled with people lying and betraying her, and because of that she is hard to earn the trust of, much like our own people. I was a fool a few suns ago and tried to kiss her, feeling a moment that was not there, and because of that she ran from the Hall upset. I tried to apologize that night, but she ignored me as she left, so later I went to leave flowers for her in a spot I knew she visited privately, only to find she had fallen asleep there. I thought it best not to leave the flowers and the note I had written and instead went inside to fetch a blanket to cover her up so she didn't catch cold.
Since then we have spoken more, and I am entirely unsure of what there is between us now. She asked me why I cared so deeply for her, and I tried to explain, but sometimes words alone cannot do justice to the matter of the beating heart. I told her of the moment I started feeling this way, of the nigh we met and she was too proud even as she could barely stand to take my help to get up the stairs, and I had to tell her I was drunk to and make it seem as though she was helping me. She is a strong woman father, even after her life has shown her horrors and pain, and I can't help but admire her for it. That plus her beauty makes it hard for me to even think rationally around her, it's like I am on a roaring rapid and I must say I am enjoying the ride, despite the bumps and splashes.
Ah, but you do not want to hear the ramblings of a heartsick pup, as you've told me in my younger years. In that case, I will end my letter here, sparing you from my musings. As I said father, I hope this letter finds you well, and know I am safe and following my heart, as I told you I would.
I know you're thinking how much a fool I am right now, but don't worry, I was careful as I fought, and my style has evolved enough it's nearly unrecognizable. I only know of two who might suspect something, both members of the Company. One goes by the name of Maruud, I'm not sure his last, I only caught his first in passing. The man has a profound knowledge of the Fists of Rhalgr, as I overheard in a conversation afterwords, but he made no mention to me that he might suspect. The other however, has likely figured it out, but I am unsure. His name is Scorpio Shirica, a member of the Strategic Division like myself. He owns a pair of goggles that he says are Sharlayan in design, and they could show him the aether in my body as I fought, and it was to he that Maruud later spoke to about the Fists and their ways, so as a man of learning I expect him to have pieced together the puzzle. I requested he keep the information to himself and the Saint, leader, of the Strategic Division and he agreed, but I am not fool enough to trust blindly.
I have noticed that since joining this Company, the people here are far more tolerant than outsiders, allowing all who serve the common goal among them, so long as issues do not arise. Because of this I do find myself slowly coming to terms with who I am, who you made me, father. I used my abilities in that fight and found no trouble for myself, so I will likely continue to do so, in the hopes of winning this little tournament.
In the other parts of my life, things have been no slower. A woman I considered a friend left the Company just today, but not before including me in some strange web of lies revolving around her. She told me falsely of rumors spreading through the Company about me, and the reputation I had with the Matriarch, Lady Covington. I spoke to the Matriarch after only to find out it was a lie, and that she had also told her I had tried to kiss her. I'm unsure what brought this about, but it was shocking to hear, and during our meeting, she even went so far as to insult the Matriarch as well as the Saint of the Strategy Division before resigning from the Company. I can only hope I was able to stop the rumors from spreading before they reached Anadl's ears, she has had a hard life, and has an Ala Mhigan's trust that I must earn because of it. Sorry, I know sometimes I say things that confuse you, and I know already that that might be one of them, so let me explain. the girl has had such a hard life, filled with people lying and betraying her, and because of that she is hard to earn the trust of, much like our own people. I was a fool a few suns ago and tried to kiss her, feeling a moment that was not there, and because of that she ran from the Hall upset. I tried to apologize that night, but she ignored me as she left, so later I went to leave flowers for her in a spot I knew she visited privately, only to find she had fallen asleep there. I thought it best not to leave the flowers and the note I had written and instead went inside to fetch a blanket to cover her up so she didn't catch cold.
Since then we have spoken more, and I am entirely unsure of what there is between us now. She asked me why I cared so deeply for her, and I tried to explain, but sometimes words alone cannot do justice to the matter of the beating heart. I told her of the moment I started feeling this way, of the nigh we met and she was too proud even as she could barely stand to take my help to get up the stairs, and I had to tell her I was drunk to and make it seem as though she was helping me. She is a strong woman father, even after her life has shown her horrors and pain, and I can't help but admire her for it. That plus her beauty makes it hard for me to even think rationally around her, it's like I am on a roaring rapid and I must say I am enjoying the ride, despite the bumps and splashes.
Ah, but you do not want to hear the ramblings of a heartsick pup, as you've told me in my younger years. In that case, I will end my letter here, sparing you from my musings. As I said father, I hope this letter finds you well, and know I am safe and following my heart, as I told you I would.
With Love,
Alec
Alec