My dear Papa,
I am sorry that I did not write you any earlier, but there were a lot of things on my mind.
The situation in Bree is still explosive. I am longing for a change.
I am tired of writing you about the same persons again and again.
They will never change and I do not wish to change them anymore.
I do not have a problem that I am a not known here in Bree, but I have a problem with the kind of respect the people share with each other.
I made a decision, but I can not write you about that now.
You will hear from me again.
I love you,
Your daughter
Saeldith
