// It's packaged with some dried goods, dried fruits, a blank
// mahogany notebook bound by Freldo himself, quill, ink and
// some fashionable clothing for a boy his age in Spellgaurd.
Dear Calvin,
I'm Freldo, a friend to your parents, your mother Treana and your grandmother Caniel. I hope you remember me despite not having seen you for a while, I used to sing for you when you were a boy and still lived in Prantz.
I know it's been a while and I'm really sorry I didn't write sooner but grown ups, especially me, get caught up in our own things and end up disappointing those that we love.
I'm writing to know how you've been! So how have you been? Learning the arcane arts and having fun with a sword, like your dad Cole, or you've picked up the katana and started swing for the fences like mom Addison? That is, I hope you've taken after both of them, they were both wonderful folks and I still love them both dearly. If you've taken a different path, I hope you can tell me about it.
I met your mother Treana the other day and she was very worried about you, in fact the last time I saw her so upset over something was a little after you were born. I know you know how upset she gets, she even gets cranky and stale, but I'll let you in on a secret - she's always been like that and that's what makes her so special to me. She's a good woman despite her ways, she loves you as the son doesn't have and wants only the best for you but doesn't know how to express it very well.
Anyway, if you need anything, please let me know and I'll see what I can do.
Your friend,
Freldo
PS. I would have sent you a pie but it's a bit delicate to be delivered by bird mail so if you ever want a nice pie, let me know and I'll take it to you.
