Last letter from Robert

Son,

I hope you’re well and this letter finds you. Please make sure your sister and her little sprouts know that I’m all right. The Black Ones’ attack didn’t prove as fierce as it must have appeared to you from the outside looking in, though that’s not to say they were altogether gentle. I was fortunate to flee a fortnight after Belleteyn. Still, before escape seemed possible, for the first time in my life, I sat haunted by the thought I may never see any of you again.

You know your old man is as tough and stubborn as they come, and I’m sure I’ll manage from here on just fine. But you and your sister are grown now – you know life can, and often will, turn us from the paths we set for ourselves.

I had hoped to reunite with you in Redania, but chances of that grow slimmer every day. These damned Nilfgaardian bureaucrats refuse to let anyone cross the border. I’ve already arranged to set out tomorrow for Aedirn with a band of dwarves. They claim to know of another route, safe and swift. Gods willing, perhaps I’ll even arrive first and welcome you myself. Yet, if fate does decide to lead me elsewhere, at least I shall have good company and a new adventure ahead of me. One unlike any other before.

I intended to keep this letter brief, so I shall end it here with only one request – should anything happen to me, do not let the world change you. Stay true to yourselves as the good folk you are and always take care of each other.

Until we meet in Rivia,

Your father, Robert S.