**Note from Lucean pressed into the page**

Dear Sorra,

I was just thinking about you, and thought to put pen to paper and send you a message.  I hope this letter finds you well.  I wish to thank you again for such hospitality you have shown me in allowing me to stay at your home. It really means more to me than I am able to express.

Well, I shall end before I begin to ramble.  I shall speak with you again soon I hope.  Take care.

~Sir Lucean


**A copy of another letter pressed onto the opposite page**

Dear Lucean,

The flowers are beautiful, I love them.  Thank you for your thoughtful letter as well, it delighted me to discover a letter that wasn't business related.

I am pleased to know that residing in my home at times gives you pleasure.  It feels more like a home than it has in many years.  You are welcome anytime.

I hope to see you again soon.  Be well and stay safe.

Sincerely,

Sorra



I'm not certain my brain is function as it should any longer.  Perhaps I've suffered a mental lapse because of the events of the past few years.  I'd say having to witness my parents die as they did would alone be enough to make me insane.

I met with Lucean last night in a place called Sholizar Basin, which is to the northeast of Warsong Hold.  On my way there I encountered a few of the local wildlife.  A snake bit my leg while I was attempting to blink past it.  I misjudged the distance, but I was lucky in that I was not poisoned by it.

When I arrived where Lucean was, he immediately pulled me down next to him and searched for my wounds, gently wrapping them with a bandage when he found them.  Then he massaged my feet and calves while I blushed and looked like a school girl yet again.  For an undead man he is sinfully handsome.

We spoke briefly of the events at Wrath Gate.  I was there merely as an observer, though I would have assisted had I not already been asked to record the events.  Lucean's observations of the event made me sick at heart.  He admires Putress' work, the destruction that he wrought.  I didn't know what to say.  And when he continued to tell me that he enjoys destruction, finds peace in killing and spreading disease~

I cannot say why I didn't leave him.  How could I wish to be someone who enjoys the death and decay of everything he perceives as an enemy? 

I stayed, however.  I allowed him to kiss me, touch me, entice me.  And I enjoyed it all, every moment near him, in his arms.  He is gentle, kind, thoughtful.  Even Wyat was not this wonderful with me.  

And then I received his letter and the beautiful bouquet of flowers.  How do I reconcile with what I perceive of him to what he really is?  If/when I do, what will that mean for us?  For me?  I don't know anymore.  For once, perhaps, I don't wish to find out and that is not like me at all.