I did it! I have finally gotten out from under my father’s thumb and all of the guild politics back in Yorke. You said I never would, but at last I have. It took over a year of saving my pocket money and bowing and scraping to the old tyrant, but I managed it in time.
I’ll have you know that I’m writing to you from Mont-Havre in Armorica, the biggest city in the colony. I’m sitting in a tiny little room on a hard wooden chair, writing by the light of a handglow, and I hurt all over from working all day at the port— but I’m feeling fine