Lucia,
It has been some time since I have written, here to you. I have been busy finding any trace of the vile "creatures' that had caused this to pass. Caused the Lands to be darker by the removal of your smile.
I have found them. I have Lucia, hiding in the old ruins at Ost Forod! I was helping the roads as part of the Watch here, as I had written afore. A man came riding by, injured; we gave food and drink and care, spoke of villains and monsters in the Old Towns direction. Mentioned a Man with bells.
A Man of darker skin, who carried a curved blade.
Lucia.
I must now ask your forgiveness. For I have to do; the one thing I claimed I would not upon your last breath. I must take a life, I must raise my Sword once again. A final time.
I must end it. I only hope, with all of my being, you may forgive me.
Always yours,
Aric.
