This missive appears to be a little singed, the white envelope browned at the edges and sporting bloody fingerprints. It has not reached its addressed recipient.
Davick,
I am not entirely certain why I am bothering to write this. I am sure there is nothing I can say that you would like to hear. Still, as with the diary, it is your choice to read on or not and thus I shall write anyway.
I am doing well out here. I grow a little more confident in myself and my abilities as each day passes although I do not think this life of battle is truly for me. You never did ask why I had you make that promise not to venture into Angmar, but I would suppose this letter will explain that when I would not.
Much as it may annoy you; I hold you in my thoughts even now. If I do not come back from this, then at least know that I am grateful for all that you taught me.
I sincerely hope that you are as happy as you told me you were and that you remain so until the end of your days.
My heart to the wolf,
Ilaru
