Hello father, I hope this letter finds you and mother well. I'm sorry it has taken so long to write but it seems I was constantly on the move. I will be writing regularly keeping you up to date on whats going on in my life. I have made it as far as a small town Hlint. Only to find out the caravan lost my luggage. Unfortunately I had to spend most of my traveling coin on replacement gear. So as of this moment I have been finding odd jobs around town, hopefully I can save enough coin to complete my journey to Pranzis. Speaking of which, when I hand this letter to the postmaster I will also hand him my application to the acadamy. I hope that General Dannode'dwa's plan of sending young soldiers to live and fight alongside other nations will pay dividends in securing allainces and allowing an exchange of tactics and information. But that is not for me to worry about.
Father, I miss my homelands. It is the smallest things I miss most. Most notably the sound of our native tongue. Common is spoken here almost exclusively, even by our kinfolk. And if you can beleive this the darkbreed seems to thrive here. Tho the dealings I have had have been non combative and almost amiable, I still feel dirty when in their presence. And the humans and dwarves all they seem to do is rape the land for financial gain. However in keeping with my mission I have acted with restraint and decorum. Tho I wish to return home my mission comes first. And my return would bring shame to your name, even more then my joining the Gurtha'dol. I know it has been difficult for a man of your rank having a son who is a lowly sergeant. But I told you long ago I prefer the life of soldier to the politics of court. Be that as it is I will soldier on and successfully complete my mission.
Your son
Urendir
