*a sealed letter, on a clean parchment writen in flowing script is hidden under a stone*

Mene,

I am growing weary of the days without you. I think at times, my patience wears thin when it should not, and perhaps it is because I am only missing you.

I have something for you. I would have left it here but decided against it. I hope we can meet again soon. I will try to keep Bunge informed of my whereabouts so that we can meet.

Missing you - Edgin