It is high time I wrote something about the dearest friend I have, his name is Fiontann and I just hope that you get to spend many years getting to know him. Most of my friends are sellswords son, and as such the risks to their mortality are great. But if the Gods are just, they will keep Fiontann safe for he is one of the best men that I know, if not the best.
I am watching you now, lying in the crib that he made for us. It has four strong carved legs, the bars are fashioned to look like sword hilts and bare the sigil of The Bloody Dawn on the pommels. On the head of the cradle he has also carved the Sigil of the Dawn with the letters 'H' & 'N' - Hardoleth and Neyaa. I shall never part with the crib that he worked so hard to make, and if I should be blessed with other children, I shall lay them down in this cradle that he made with great pride and gratitude for this wonderful gift.
The Sigil of The Bloody Dawn (image designed and owned by The Blood Dawn)
What else can I tell you of this man? Oh I could write so much! I can speak to him about anything and he will always give me wise and honest counsel. He is a Lieutenant in the Dawn, a fine officer, the company all love and respect him, even though he will punish them when they are insubordinate. I love this man as a brother, and until Miss Nellye, I would accept that no woman was good enough for him, and smite any down that would bring harm to his heart or person. You will love him as much as I do, of that I have no doubts, for everyone loves Fiontann. But shush little one, he must never know of this sentiment, it seems your mother is softening with motherhood, perhaps that is not such a bad thing...
Fiontann
