Hail, from the sunny Western Approach! What a beautiful place this is. We got sand, sand, more sand, the ground turning black from the Maker-damned Blight, and also darkspawn. I'd say the only thing missing is some terrifying creature or another, but knowing my luck, the damn thing would materialize the moment I put it down in ink.
Sand and darkspawn aside, I'm actually enjoying myself. The newbie Wardens are all so little. I know that the both of us Joined when we were pretty young, but I swear, I feel like I have to take breaks to burp these infants and change their nappies.
Despite the shit I give them, I've been surprised to find out that I rather like working with them. I didn't think I'd like spending my days whipping these pansy asses into shape, but they've got this spark, a light in their eyes, that reminds me of myself, when I first Joined. If what I do here helps them keep that light going a little longer, than I'll know I accomplished something truly worthwhile.
Maybe it wouldn't be too bad, if I spent my twilight years doing this? Of course, with the Calling, my twilight years are probably gonna be here before I hit 40, ha ha! (Don't frown, I know you're frowning)
Jokes (that you didn't laugh at) aside, Griffin Wing Keep is truly amazing. I know you scouted it out, but have you ever gone inside of it? At least, when it's not covered with the corpses of our fallen brothers. It's...something else, to walk these halls that our forebearers did. I wonder if they had their own darkness that they had to fight against? Did they stand on this same rampart, and wonder if they were going to be the last generation of Wardens?
And then I think about nicer things, like beer and kittens. Not together though, that shit's bad for them.
I'll probably be heading back to Kirkwall pretty soon, unless one of these green idiots manage to accidentally skewer me while trying to block. Pray for me. Or, you know, get someone else to, if you're not into that. Hopefully, I'll see you within a few weeks, and I'll be looking tan and ripped and amazing while you look like a pale-ass creeper because you've been hanging out in Spooky Corpse City (really, Alistair????).
[A slightly weathered letter]
Hail, from the sunny Western Approach! What a beautiful place this is. We got sand, sand, more sand, the ground turning black from the Maker-damned Blight, and also darkspawn. I'd say the only thing missing is some terrifying creature or another, but knowing my luck, the damn thing would materialize the moment I put it down in ink.
Sand and darkspawn aside, I'm actually enjoying myself. The newbie Wardens are all so little. I know that the both of us Joined when we were pretty young, but I swear, I feel like I have to take breaks to burp these infants and change their nappies.
Despite the shit I give them, I've been surprised to find out that I rather like working with them. I didn't think I'd like spending my days whipping these pansy asses into shape, but they've got this spark, a light in their eyes, that reminds me of myself, when I first Joined. If what I do here helps them keep that light going a little longer, than I'll know I accomplished something truly worthwhile.
Maybe it wouldn't be too bad, if I spent my twilight years doing this? Of course, with the Calling, my twilight years are probably gonna be here before I hit 40, ha ha! (Don't frown, I know you're frowning)
Jokes (that you didn't laugh at) aside, Griffin Wing Keep is truly amazing. I know you scouted it out, but have you ever gone inside of it? At least, when it's not covered with the corpses of our fallen brothers. It's...something else, to walk these halls that our forebearers did. I wonder if they had their own darkness that they had to fight against? Did they stand on this same rampart, and wonder if they were going to be the last generation of Wardens?
And then I think about nicer things, like beer and kittens. Not together though, that shit's bad for them.
I'll probably be heading back to Kirkwall pretty soon, unless one of these green idiots manage to accidentally skewer me while trying to block. Pray for me. Or, you know, get someone else to, if you're not into that. Hopefully, I'll see you within a few weeks, and I'll be looking tan and ripped and amazing while you look like a pale-ass creeper because you've been hanging out in Spooky Corpse City (really, Alistair????).
Maker be with you,
Kaisa
P.S. Tell Boots I said 'hi'.