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Chapter 4

Mother,

First, I am doing well. But I have had adventures I should share with you.
I have put my iron into the forges of the Brigade, and the fires have
flared some. I have stared into the eyes of dying enemies and watched
their spirit fade away, and I myself have gained a few scars and felt
the healer's touch after run-in with some magic-using git with an undead
army.

That defeat and other setbacks I've had have made me think about loss.
Loss is a catalyst, like using vinegar and salt to form a patina. Successes
Successes and gains may change someone slowly, but losing that fight to the
necromancer so soon after killing that ranger has sparked me to temper
aggressiveness with wariness. It has galvanized my belief that we need to
take the dross out of Thera, and I will do my best to stoke the fires needed
to do it.

Adversity grinds away at a person. Some weapons will be broken, but others will
be made stronger or sharper. I do not like having lost, but but each time I
lose something I have an opportunity for meaningful change. It is important.

Like I said, I am good. I need to find some honest work, for I haven't had a
good sweat or the accompanying jingle in my pocket, but I am good.

My love always.

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