Greetings,

Forgive me for placing this message here, but I did not know where else
it may go. My name is Nathenial of Kinsarmar and of the Bardic guild.
For many years now, I have sought after the whereabouts of my biological
parents. After trying endlessly to search for them, I have come to the
end of my rope and now turn to a scribe's help.

Mother. Father. Whoever you are, wherever you are, I send out my call to
you. I wish I could remember who you are or what you both looked like,
but I cannot. I can't tell you how many letter's I've written but never
sent; only to put them away or watch them burn in an unforgiving fire. I
have so many questions, so many things that you were not there for.
Mainly, my questions simply sum up into one: why did you give me up? I
grew up in Caanae, homeless, as a child. Everything I owned, I had to
perform for or had to beg for. The tattered clothes you left for me have
long been cast aside for my guild gear. Even now, though, I wish to only
know who you are, and why you both walked away from me. Was I a
disappointment to you? Was I born in some way that you were both
horrified to the point that it forced you to abandon me?

Now, I'm eighteen, celebrating and being trained in the Bardic arts
under the guidance of my mentor, Lady Wren, and the other bards who've
given me a new reason to live. Though, there is still that part of my
life that has been long absent. The part of a child's life that only a
mother and a father can fill, no matter how old they are.

Through the years, ever since I was taken by Kinsarmar and its people,
I've prayed to Lord Janus and Lady Eloweth to help me find you. I can't
tell you how many times I've stayed up past the fall of night to stare
out of my dormitory window, wondering who you both were. Did I get my
eyes from one of you? Were one of you a bard or did I come from a family
of wanderers like the Arboreals? These are the questions I have, Mother
and Father.

If you do not wish to be a part of my life, I will respect that. All's I
ask is that you send me something to know that you're both alive and
alright. That's all I ask. Please, relieve my mind and my spirit of this
burden that I've held for far too long.

And wherever you both are, know that even though the pain of your
abandonment is still burning within me like an ever-consuming flame,
also know that I've forgiven you long ago. I only pray that you find it
in your hearts and Lord Janus willing, you will let me come home
someday. So I can be your son again and know the love of parents that
I've lived so long without.

Your son,
Nathenial

Penned by my hand on the 24th of Artificium, in the year 497 AD.