I received your letter, and though Arenborn is not your bastard, I have sent him to you. He goes by Aren, so you don't get on his nerves. As you know, from when we last met, I had married into the Gondorian nobility. So I spawned a son, and as all young boys of nobility do, he went on to become a paige and train to be a knight. Unfortunately, he is still only a squire.
He claims it wasn't him, that him and the Knight who was his mentor were ambushed by brigands in the knight, Corsairs perhaps, and they slew his master and left him for dead after slipping and plunging the dagger into his throat. Of course none one believes him. Surely a knight and his able squire could have killed one of them between them? He is left a mute, laughed at and shamed. No knight will take him under their wing or any swordmaster for that matter.
So I send him to you, in hopes that some good will come of it, as I still love him. Take good care of him.
Best of luck, he's a grumpy sod,
Logan
