My dear daughter,
I always knew you would become an explorer, that your spirit would surpass any of our old line-age. But I would have wished for a farewell from you, ere you leave the nest.
I shall not follow you, if that is not your wish. Your fifteenth year of age has begun and I deem you ready to begin the craft of your own life. As your mother, I will not let you go without the tools however:
Take the sword Nothung and the armor of the Lókaráto. They shall be forth on yours. They are my gifts to you, to help you on your coming endeavors and the forging of your own fate.
I but have a single request; that you forget not your mother, who loves you. Forever you are a part of me, for you came from my very body and I fear often and worry. Write to me, and once you are ready, come and visit me or return with me home to Firnstayn.
Do not hesitate to seek me out when you deem that you need help. Your father and I will grant you every help we can offer.
Be safe and find your way under Béma's guidance.
Your always loving Drake-Mother
