quintyn

(OOC: This should arrive ICly one day later, from the hand of Quintyn himself, giving the letter to one of Cyriad's many employees) 

V,

(OOC: The handwriting in this letter is cursive, 'long' and thin.)

To Quintyn of the House Vesfyre.

Part Three: Knowledge

'What is knowledge?'

A man asked me!

'What is understanding?'

It was a late night. Rather, a whole night - Even though his father had taken to ceasing his room, there would be no sleeping - But instead, planning.

This time, his head ached even more - Most likely because of the fact that this time, he hadnt drank some infused water, but instead - Beer. He was forced to drink it, that much he remembered. Oh how he hated beer, how he loathed any form of alcohol. The drunkards' drink, the one that clouded your mind, made you slip. Atleast he knew what time it was, though he didn’t know where he was for a moment - He woke up in a bale of hay, with thin strands of grass in his mouth, and dust on his face.