I hope this letter finds you well (I’d be surprised if it finds you at all, actually, seeing as I have no guarantee that the postmaster will be able to locate you.)
A long time has passed, and I regret that I haven’t reached out to check in on you sooner. I know that fortune hasn’t really smiled on you in recent years, and I only hope that you’ve been able to make the best of things since we last spoke.
As much as I’d love to say that things are all peachy on my end, I’m afraid that this letter was prompted by an important matter in need of discussion. It concerns a dear mutual friend of ours.
To put it bluntly, Sielic has gone batshit insane.
Without going into too much detail, the man’s gone down a slippery slope that we have collectively failed to rescue him from. It saddens me to report that the man we once knew appears to have been replaced by a dangerous, homicidal maniac. A staggering amount of Templar blood has already been shed as a result of his actions.
Believe me, it’s bad.
I’ve done everything within my power to find and redeem him, but my efforts have only resulted in failure thus far. Hope is not lost, and my fight is not over yet, but the outlook does not look good.
The depth of Sielic’s decline is far too extensive to be summed up in a single letter, and even if it could be, I would much rather you hear it from my actual voice. If you are able to meet me face to face, I can get you up to speed. Otherwise, I can do my best to tell the full story on paper.
I’m not asking for your help with this matter, I just figured you needed to know what he’s done.
Sincerely and regretfully,