My dear brother,
Though these words will never reach your eyes—should never reach your eyes—I shall feel better for setting them down. Indeed, I have often composed letters to you as a brief diversion, for there are some things that I need not report to either Feliu-rhi or our family, and at times I have need of a friendly ear, even an imaginary one. My now-traveling companions are mostly good-hearted, but they are a boisterous lot, and there are times when I feel very far from home indeed.
I have made a discovery about one of my companions which has given me much to reflect on. He is a dhampire, vampire-progeny, like the stories Shukhia-vois used to tell. She spoke of them as evil creatures, fit only to kill and destroy. But I do not believe he can be evil…he has been nothing but helpful and courteous. He has even been making an effort to learn proper expressions. Is it not true that our paths are set by ourselves alone, and not defined by what we are born?
You would make light, and tell me I am being too serious, but it is not him which truly concerns me. He was injured in the course of a fight, and since he cannot be healed by ordinary means, this left him much weakened. He will heal over time, but slowly, and anything further would require him to feed. I thought of getting him an animal, but it seems that the effect only functions if it is a sentient being.
For a moment, I contemplated finding him such. Someone properly condemned, of course, but it was sure that the city would not give up one of its prisoners, particularly without an explanation. I even wondered if there were other means by which I could obtain such an individual.
But that would not be conducive to the peace of the city, even were I able to accomplish it. Such thoughts are foolish, for the welfare of the many outweighs the needs of the one. I had not thought I would ever be in a position to contemplate such a thing, and it shames me to realize that I considered it as an option, however fleetingly.
I can only attempt to protect him as much as possible while he recovers, and assist him in obtaining a creature to feed upon should it be available through proper means. I shall not shame the name of Ysanne.
You alone, I believe, would understand my reasoning. Is this friendship? Is it presumptuous to call it by that name?
[Roux reduces the letter to ashes.]