Theodvan

The yells could be heard echoing through her ears like that roar of a large dragon. The hurried footfalls and clink of armor. She ran through the woodland, her breath labored with each step. The caramel curls streaming across her face as she looked, panic stricken, behind her. 
"Where yah runnin' lassy!" A voice would growl.
"Don't yah wanna play?" Another would bellow.

Dearest one, 
The Thane Theodvan exhibits similar traits to The Lord Emion in many many ways...his rise to power seems quickened like the flames of a wild fire. Engulfing everything around it for what he claims tah be the greater good. I know not of his intentions except tah gather many allies so tha" he is followed. He puts his trust in the nobles he allies 'imself with especially The Lord Gerwolf. I pray he knows wha' he is doin'. I trust the Thane though...

(A sloppily written page that looks to be done while riding)