I Dearest Derry, I know you must be worried, and I am sorry for not having written sooner. My situation has prevented me from gathering my thoughts, and even this I pen with a frenzied hand. We have always been honest with one another, but I concern myself with how a recounting of recent events may way heavily on your mind. I do not seek for you to worry or concern yourself with me when you have your own matters to attend too. Still, even should I not post this I find it reassuring to again put pen to paper. At least this serves as some form of comfort. Alterac. II “Ogres?” she whispered. “Reason?”