[Written in a careful, unpracticed hand; the paper looks like it got crinkled once then as straightened out.]
[scratchout scratchout]
Dear Etsiona:
I am sorree I ran away from you. You scarred me. I can not think very well when I am scarred. I am confussed. I do not know what I did to make you angree. I [scratchout] would like to not do it again. I am sorree for what ever it was that I did. I am very sorree.
I am in PANDARIA now, traning. I will be back some time. I am sorree.
-CAEL
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