*This letter was written several months ago, in Neyaa's usual impeccable handwriting, though it may not be the absolute truth, for she would hate for her friend to worry*
My Dearest Bretta,
I hope my letter finds you well, I am sorry I've not written since leaving Edoras. Of late I have yearned for my homeland, but I have been too afraid to write given the circumstances of my departure. I deeply regret not being able to say goodbye. Writing to you now, in some small way makes me feel as if I am back there with you once again riding the open plains of the Mearc.
I hope it comforts you to know that I am well. I have honest work as a stable hand at a farm known as Hengstacer, you know I am at my happiest when I am around the mearas. The Stable Master Eogar is a good man, but there are some sour tidings, his wife despises me.
I am living in Breeland and have been here 4 summers now. I have made many friends of late, and I am quite settled. I have saved most of the coin I have earned, I have a comfortable bounty. I hope that one day I shall become a stable master myself.
I am happy enough my friend, I lodge with a man named Hardoleth, he has a temper about him, but for the most part he treats me well, I cannot complain as he took me in when I had nowhere else to go. I have a good name and reputation I can say no more than that.
I must bring this letter to a close now my friend, know that I think of you fondly and miss you terribly. I wish I could return, but you know that is no longer possible.
Kind regards,
~Neyaa
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