The pages are spotted here and there with tears, and the handwriting shakes in places.
Dear Ma, Pa, and dearest brother (who I hope knows I love 'im even as much as I teases 'im),
I am so sorry, Ma. I barely don't even know how to start. Oh Pa, you and him had been pals for so long. I am so sorry to have to write this.
Your friend, and my master, Nadvald of the Lonely Mountain, who escaped the dragon, is dead.
