I struggle to know how to say this, yet I think it must be done. At the feast, I asked for news of home. That news I was given, and it lifted my heart, for if she who brought us here is to be believed, naught is foregone. Nothing has changed. My uncle yet lives, my home yet safe, my duty yet discharged. And so I am glad, and truly so, for it has plagued me to think on my absence.
Yet like all else, there came with a gift, a cost. The cost, for me, was a charge placed upon me, one month in delivering, to grow more... experienced in the ways of this place.
And so, bluntly put, this is an invitation. Come to me, speak with me, and if we are of a mind on the subject, lay with me. Men and women both, if you be willing. Not Kaphlar.
I apologise for my bluntness, and the crudeness of this request. But my boon was granted, and I am not of a mind to be churlish in return. I consider it a duty, and any help a service, with my thanks.