A letter for Lynneth

[human egg]

[A formally composed note laid leisurely atop Lynneth's footlocker.]

Lynneth
I give to much worry as I watch Alejandro and Shae. Alejandro again carries a
wound, and speaks about a pain in his arm. When we walked to meet the bandits
at Long Road, I gave many times a word to be close, and they listened, but only as
I was close - to give word again. They have a light spirit, and think a scar is like a
jewelry, to wear and be proud - but combat and scars are two brothers and walk
together and their father is a wound that is last. I wish to work with them and train,
best how I know, and offered this, but they do not ask, and do not believe when I
speak.

I want them also to wear helms. They often go with out.
Koukol Hochalo

[Moonlighter]

A neatly penned reply is left with Koukol's bunk.

Dearest Koukol,

It is the way of those who wish to become heroes to take great risks onto themselves in pursuit of renown, glory and self-improvement.

It falls upon those such as we, who know well that with glory come the burdens of hardship which cannot be so easily dismissed forever, to guide them as we can.

A seed of greatness, planted in their hearts, and watched over and protected by we who are wiser and more learned. This is education, yes?

Please, continue in your efforts to watch over and protect them, and I will double them with my own.

Though, they are an awfully unruly bunch, aren't they?

It is important to remember that we are not a military, we are troubadours, and they likely simply do not wish to deprive the world of bright and smiling faces.

Lynneth