Dear Father,
I have found a group of Barbarians who were willing to teach me some of their skills.
You would find them very uncouth but they are honest and noble in their own way.
I came here hoping to improve my ability with a sword, but mostly we’ve been running.
I thought I was fast, but I’m like a tortoise next to them. I am improving though.
Weirdly, they consider running ‘toward’ an enemy a great tactic!
I plan to meet up with my friends soon. I hope they don’t have any trouble on their return to Seawell.
Let the Gods protect you, my Mother, my Brothers and my Sister.
Your loving son,
Mendez.
P.S. Don’t get into an argument with a Barbarian. Their tempers are alarming!
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