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Haven, 7th Wintermarch
Ma,
I’m not dead. I don’t know if you heard, but the Conclave didn’t go too well. I’m still confused about it. But some there were demons and green holes and it was sad.
Master Gorin and Mistress Ella and Ser Pieter and Ser Almond, they all died, Ma. All of them, really dead. I haven’t seen their bodies, but I’ve been told. Other people died too, but I didn’t know them.
Varric’s promised to help me learn my letters, so I can write you. He’s writing this now, but he has promised not to read it. He is kind like that. He also said he will tell me what any letters you send say, so, please, write me?
How is Linna? Did she get that dress she wanted? I’m sure that Mistress Petra would sell it cheap, as it was torn a little and Linna had worked for her for so long.
I have a new job. I was worried, as Master Gorin died, but they made me a Herald. I’m not sure what they want me to do, the humans here are very strange, but I try to help out. They didn’t like me emptying the privies though, but they still paid me. Twelve coppers a day! I did just like you told me and asked politely. The local Mistress seemed shocked when I mentioned it being twelve, but accepted it after I said that is what you’d told me I was to say.
Varric says I should get paid more, but he’s a dwarf and they don’t know anything about coins.
Anyway, I’ve got to go, apparently there is a meeting, so I think I’ll be serving the food.
Love you,
Micah