Athanaric

- ...and then I told them I had important things to attend to back in the north, so I left.
- You left your commander wounded?! Son, this is not what I taught y..
- Father, it wasn't much left for me to do. We were in a safe place and some of the militia stayed with Arundar. I was useless there, answered Athanaric, frowning a bit hearing his father's harsh tone.
Wealda shook his head and gazed in the fireplace for a few moments, then took a sip from his tankard and layed it down on the table slowly.

"I hope you chose well, my son. Because if you didn't, I'll be expecting you to return here. And that wouldn't make me too happy, I've had enough of you in the last 26 years or so", said Walda. "And the Militia?"
"This has nothing to do with them, father." said Athanaric. "At least not with master Arundar."
"So you think you can manage both.. Well, then."

Dear father,

I bring you salutations from Bree, together with a few tidings and matters of import to our family. But first of all, stop blaspheming: I am sorry I put you through the torment of reading, I know how you loathe this. I promise next time either I will be the messenger, or someone trusted, who can tell you news of me.