To: Gabriel - Printable Version

Monsieur Gabriel.

Though it's been some time since our last conversation amidst the bloom of the Manchester sun, it stuck with me despite our differences. You're a man of conviction, unafraid yet most caring of your own. I said it then and I repeat it now, I envy it much as one who never had such loyalty.

I hope you are in good health, your time in Bretonia free of hazard. You spoke of your condition, and I only wish you remain safe and in good care. Silence paints a faint concern in my mind.

As for me, I arrived in Rheinland as promised, finding solace amidst the hustle and bustle that walks the grounds of Planet Baden Baden. A place to call my own, at long last. I hear Gallic tourists too like to visit. I could not help but overhear the accent. However now I am on my travels again, taking inspiration from the striking and uncanny nebulae that wash over the expanse, my new identity allowing me clear passage even into the Omicrons. Worry not, I have witnessed the dangers here. I dare not stray too far without local knowledge in hand. This place, Omicron Delta it's called, offers combinations of tones and shades I could never have imagined, far beyond that of even Gallia's prettiest clouds. A shame that prevalent hostility tarnishes it.

That is all. I expect not any response, but I wish you well.

Safe skies, Monsieur.