Dear Papa,
I always feel so loved when I receive a letter from you.
Yes, I am already better!
(As you can see; I practiced to write with my left hand..)
My right arm is still not useable but a woman gave me medicine and treated my injury.
So I had a first contact with the world outside the jail again.
It was a great feeling to be able to wash myself again; even if it is hard with only the left hand.
When I saw myself in the mirror, after days, I found that conspicuous scar on my face.
It, fortunately, does not hurt but it is also not very pretty.
However, a lot happened the last days!
Hardoleth came to me again to speak about some business.
We talked about that for a very short time but he stayed very long.
He helped me to sit up and let me lean on him.
We were close to each other and I was, somehow, okay with it.
We talked longer it was- interesting…
I did not see him again after.
I came to the conclusion that he might be different than I expected but that does not change the fact, that I hate these rumours about us.
The people around Bree should not believe that I, as a noble from Gondor, fancy with a merc from Brees´ gutter.
Another sad recentness is, that Afried left Bree.
Do you remember him?
He was the man who got attacked with me.
He left a short note on my bed in the jail and told me, that he would leave Bree.
The idea that I might not see him again forever, made me sad.
To calm my nerves I decided to have a ride and… met Afried!
He thought I followed him, but that was not the case.
We talked briefly and he left.
Well this is how the life in Bree is like- people are coming and going.
I would like to have you around me or some of my cousins…
Make sure to come around one day!
I love you.
Your daughter,
Saeldith
