Letters to no one
4 th day of the 4 th month, year ‘13
Today I lost a fight.
You always said that you learned more from losing than winning, but I don’t like it. It’s so very shameful. What am I supposed to learn from this? Only how to walk with my chin down. That, and that the wretched dead elf was truly my father.
Finding out about that has gotten me into a quarrel with The Gambler. He is a difficult man that has a hard time trusting others. I’m not sure what strange event from the past made him like this, but I just don’t want to ask. They are an amusing lot, the four of them. No. Actually, we are six in total. A human female has recently joined our missed up group. A traveler, you know? Just like us.
Oh, I can just imagine your face if you met them, my friend. They are not exactly the kind of people you would want me to meddle with. It would be best if I didn’t inform you about The Bandit. Half-orcs were never your style.
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