He could noticeably feel the anger and resentment building within now. It had been piling up for months, ever since his shop in Ratchet had been completely destroyed. Now it was obvious and it left a bitter taste in his mouth and a sickening knot in his stomach. It had all become too much to handle and he was teetering dangerously on the edge of that breaking point. The last time he found himself there he fell blissfully into alcoholism for a half a year and nearly lost both of his jobs. Now he had so much more to lose, so it was all he could do to hold onto that one little strand of sanity he had left.
The first letter he penned would help, it was something he had been considering for a long time now and given that things were semi-settled, it was a good time for it. The following letters were likely not necessary as he could go and visit them as he pleased, but right now he just needed to get all of his thoughts out on paper before they exploded from him in some other manner.
This is to be my official letter of resignation from your mercenary company. I want to thank for this opportunity and for all you’ve done for me during these past months, but it’s time for me to move on and get back to my normal business before I become too overwhelmed. Please keep me in mind for any future endeavors, especially if you’re in need of any smithing work to be done.
It’s been a pleasure to serve with you and the rest of your group,
Dicenne Amberlight
@talonoa
I’m sorry I’ve not been a better friend lately and that we never got to the Faire. Even with help it’s not been easy and for that reason I decided to take my leave from Talon’s company to focus on blacksmithing and other things. I’ll still be partially working out of Dalaran so you’re still welcome to aid me in the shop if you wish, but I just wanted to let you know before you heard it from anyone else.
The last letter was going to be the most difficult, their last meeting in Dalaran had been a bit awkward, mostly on his part. It had been so long since he had seen and spent any amount of time with the woman that he wasn’t entirely sure how to act around her. He read all the letters she had given him after telling him that she couldn’t bear to send them and worry him over her father, but then the letters themselves told a completely different story. He didn’t know what to believe and he wasn’t about to bring that up. Not now, not after that most recent letter.
The timing could not have been worse, but such was the way of war.
He rubbed his fingertips against both temples in an attempt to alleviate the headache that had been there since...since he couldn’t even remember when. It was persistent and sometimes more dull than at other times, right now it was full blown and that bottle of whiskey was looking mighty tempting. The nurse had said to address the letter to herself, but he figured Aevi would appreciate the letter more, even if the nurses had to read it to her.
I don’t really know how to express my emotions right now, saying a simple ‘I’m sorry you were hurt’ seems ...not so sincere. But know that I am and that I hope your road to recovery treats you well and you’re back on your feet soon. Where are they keeping you? I’ll do my best to stop by but I’m finding it difficult lately to find a free moment between all my jobs and preparing for the Tart show. It’s been....rough lately, but I shouldn’t complain.
Please get better soon,
Dicenne
@aeviaras
