Greetings,
You do not know my name, and you barely know me, but I was the boy struck down by the explosion. I have seen you take upon your shoulders and back the duty of organizing the defenses of New Dunwarren. Although my prime duties do not lie in standing vigilant over the city, I do present myself to aid, Runhaëm, as I cannot let a fragile flower falter and die before it even blossoms.
I would rather discuss with you with spoken words than written ones, if you would meet me again.
May the Earth protect you,
Blade of the Earthmother Runhaëm