Dorin, Lona. I want to appologise for the way i have been acting lately, i have just had a lot on my mind and not enough sleep to out weigh it. If you can forgive me then i will be glad to hear it. Lona you should know that for me magic is a thing of the past and not of the presant and i wont learn any more spells. I would have told you both this in person but damn you two can be hard to find! I doubt you will find me in Sanctuary if you look for me, i have been in the dwarven mines helping forge armor and making some gold.

Argos.

Argos,

You are yet to understand magic...

The weave chooses who can and cannot draw strength from it. If you have been chosen you cannot hide from it, it will just gain momentum untill something happens completely out of your control.

I understand your hesitance given our yourngest sisters attitude towards magic which is only a snipit of the entire families distrust of the weave but it is for the good of the family and of those around you that you learn to continue your studies...

Shorty,

Argos,

As long as you are not learning nonsense from books like your sister does, and you are fighting like a man, I will be happy. Otherwise, I will punch your nose in. Smith and fight, thats the best path for you.

Lona Balaedor.

*Reads Dorin's letter and gets some-what conflicted in his thoughts. Then reads Lona's letter and makes up his mind, knocking his smith's hammer off the tabel and picking up the near by spell book, then reading, intent on finding a spell to repair faces, muttering "should have been a cleric"*