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Hano crosses his leg, resting the parchment across his knee, using his journal for firm support. He reaches to his bedside to dab his quill in the ink. Bringing the quill to the letter he pauses for a moment, flirting with different introdoctions.
Nodding to himself he continues,
"Balthasar.. Brother. Through my countless travels I've encountered many evils. I do not fear them, brother, however they are clever and know means to manipulate my anger."
Hesitates for a moment collecting his thoughts. He mumbles a prayer to Torm and continues.
I can feel it in myself as well.. With every swing that does not land true, I can feel the anger clouding my thoughts and blinding my sight from the righteous path that I wish to walk. I know well that this is not the way I am to carry myself, brother, and I ask for your wisdom and guidance.
You stand true and strong to your word, brother, as I try to as well - However, you do not waver or give second thoughts. I aim to stand just as strong.. To strike quick and just as Torm would have it.
So I come asking that you provide me with advice.. Perhaps tasks or training of sorts to achieve this goal. So that in the end - When our brothers and myself come face to face with this evil I will have the discipline required to put them to justice. Free my body and soul of such temptations and anger that are unjust so that Torm may have me as his unwavering Loyal Servant.
With the recent death of Marcus it becomes all too well known to me the dangers we face. They are strong and elude even the most vigilant eye and ward off the most righteous of blades. I seek your training to meet them with an even more vigilant eye, weilding the most righteous of blades. A gaze that would expose the very shadows they hide in and a blade righteous enough to cut through it - Exposing them before the judgement of the Loyal Fury himself.
Thank you for your assistance, brother. I've come this far relying heavily on my allies.. They are truly my greatest weapon - And through more discipline I will become their greatest shield.
- Hano"
Hano sets his quill to the side and reads over the letter, nodding in satisfaction. He heads outside of the bedding area passing the letter to a Paladin. "Brother - Be sure that when Balthasar returns he recieves this."
Nodding to himself he continues,
"Balthasar.. Brother. Through my countless travels I've encountered many evils. I do not fear them, brother, however they are clever and know means to manipulate my anger."
Hesitates for a moment collecting his thoughts. He mumbles a prayer to Torm and continues.
I can feel it in myself as well.. With every swing that does not land true, I can feel the anger clouding my thoughts and blinding my sight from the righteous path that I wish to walk. I know well that this is not the way I am to carry myself, brother, and I ask for your wisdom and guidance.
You stand true and strong to your word, brother, as I try to as well - However, you do not waver or give second thoughts. I aim to stand just as strong.. To strike quick and just as Torm would have it.
So I come asking that you provide me with advice.. Perhaps tasks or training of sorts to achieve this goal. So that in the end - When our brothers and myself come face to face with this evil I will have the discipline required to put them to justice. Free my body and soul of such temptations and anger that are unjust so that Torm may have me as his unwavering Loyal Servant.
With the recent death of Marcus it becomes all too well known to me the dangers we face. They are strong and elude even the most vigilant eye and ward off the most righteous of blades. I seek your training to meet them with an even more vigilant eye, weilding the most righteous of blades. A gaze that would expose the very shadows they hide in and a blade righteous enough to cut through it - Exposing them before the judgement of the Loyal Fury himself.
Thank you for your assistance, brother. I've come this far relying heavily on my allies.. They are truly my greatest weapon - And through more discipline I will become their greatest shield.
- Hano"
Hano sets his quill to the side and reads over the letter, nodding in satisfaction. He heads outside of the bedding area passing the letter to a Paladin. "Brother - Be sure that when Balthasar returns he recieves this."