"Looks like I ain't the only one 'oo feels the weight o' all this fightin', aye?" Kristian mutters to himself, laughing as he reads the letter. He quickly pens one in return, his quill flying across the page.
Miss Naeri,
Not a day goes by when I don't think of the Scions. Well, they did dominate my life, as did the fight against the Scourge, for many years. But I am glad to say that I was able to help, that I was able to contribute to something way beyond the scope of whatever I had dealt with before. If was an amazing way of living life. You and all the others in the Scions, and even the Sol Disciples, I am glad to call them my friends and acquaintances.
We were able to help unite Anthos. People of all races joined us and joined the fight. We were able to search for clues. We found out how Setherien and his soldiers worked. We were able to fight. I must say that, in truth, I am a coward. I am a sniveling, traitorous, evil, coward. There is no second way about it. But in the Scions, with you and all these soldiers by my side... I was able to find courage.
Courage and unity. Simple concepts, but so hard to find.
A fateful meeting in a library brought us together, my friend. I shall never forget that day.
May I see you again, in whatever life we have next.
As you elves say, Van'ayla.
-Kristian von Craw
Wiping his eyes slightly, he sends off the message.
"Oi... don't do that. You're a soldier..." he mutters to himself, walking back inside.
((Best of luck in life, mate. Hope to see you around! Stay chill.))