To whom it may concern,
And by “whom” I mostly mean Magister Turlough,
I would have written you a more developed letter about the hows and whys of my reasons for leaving the Priory’s dusty bosom, but in all honesty, I do not have the will nor the time for it.
I will tell you this though: I find that I’ve learned more with the Vanguard than in all my (albeit few) years under your tutelage. Not because you are a poor mentor (perish the thought) but rather because I learn better on the field anyway.
I suspect cutting my ties with the Durmand Priory will also forbid me access to its vault and deepest archives. So be it.
I’m not one to remain shackled to anything or anyone for too long, so this was bound to happen.
I would like to thank you again for all that you taught me, and also for taking care of my bird when I as away. (And also for covering my ass every now and then)
A letter seems a tad informal, so I might give this to you in person. It just seemed that laying it all down on paper would make it all more “official”, you know?
If I cannot get a hold of you anytime soon, I will probably give this to your wife.
Until we meet again,
[another tightly folded sheet was added after the first page]
I consider you my friend, so I will confess to this:
I cannot stand being within the Priory’s walls. To all the others, it is a place of learning, enlightenment, and fanciful daydreaming. To me, it’s the place where I wake up in a cold sweat at night, with ache in my bones, gritted teeth, and tears in my eyes. I thought I would have been over it after all that time, but I am not. Recent events brought it all back to me, and I can’t bring myself to come back. I hope you’ll understand. Please do not show this to anyone else. Let the Steward and the other magisters think that I’m an flighty dropout. I just don’t want you to feel the same way.