The words of the letter are bold, almost as if the author was commanding the pen itself to present it’s ink to the parchment in perfect thickness. It was a familiar penmanship, although it had been some time since Senes has seen it.
Through my sister, I have only recently heard of how cursed you were, and then how the treatment nearly killed you. I am relieved to know that you are alive, and ask to see you in person.
I will warn you that I will be unable to talk due to injuries I suffered while in Northrend on the mission to retrieve you. While it is rather uncomfortable, I am rather happy that the injury did not result in a complete removal of my head, and I was revived rather successfully by the priests of the city.
Let me know if I may visit, and what time would be best for it. If I do not receive a response, know that I wish you well in life.
With fond memories,
Xanadar Zane Muteki, Master of the Light
There is a shipwreck between your ribs. You are a box with
fragile written on it, and so many people have not handled you
And for the first time, I understand that I will never know
how to apologize for being
one of them.