Dear Constanza,
In my efforts to become one of Castille's finest soldiers
upon the battlefield, one must learn to adapt to their surroundings.
I have done so with the knack known as spying. My talents are not
as vast as some, but not as shallow as others. It seems that Don
Lucas has run into the Inquisition and has been labeled a heretic by the
Inquisition. He has been tortured, at least, from first glance, that
is what he looks like. He had welts, and gashes... it wasn't a pretty
sight.
I thank you for taking the time to read this.
Things have not been normal as of late due to my supposed "death" that
everyone claims I had. I tend to think of it more along the lines
of a dream. I had actually thought I was speaking with Saint Gregor
himself.
It was most remarkable indeed. And to this day,
I thank Theus for her blessing and Saint Gregor for his wonderful gift
that he has bestowed upon myself and that he watches over me. I'm
eternally grateful. I owe quite a bit to everyone in the group, even
though they still have a distrust for me. I don't blame them...
but I'm still alive and that's what counts. I had hoped you
would have stayed with us for a longer period of time, I would have loved
to hear of your travels about with the Maris Stella.
I'm not much for the sea, but I hear it can be quite as adventurous as
tromping about in Castille and the provinces.
As for the Inquisition, I don't trust them as far as
I can throw them all. I think I'm not in a position at
this point in time to do much of anything other than
help out Don Juan when he asks. I fear that every time Don
Juan steps outside of the Castillian embassy, his life is on the line,
along with mine. I swore to him that I would protect his life above
my very own. We did have some trouble as of late with a man called
Grüber who has made a living out of killing innocent civilians.
I, for one, could not stand the very thought of this, nor could Don Juan.
Don Juan however, took it upon himself to dispatch this man personally,
and even with my offers to aid him, he went about it on his own.
Needless to say, I was less than pleased with this, however, it was not
my duty to argue with my employer. He did manage to come back,
minus some skin from some of the flesh wounds he took in his battle.
He wasn't in much of a speaking mood when he returned, and I did not press
the matter as such.
If I do find anything else out about our friends in
the Inquistion, I'll send a letter off as soon as possible. And one
last thing, I heard that Lady Melisandre had some trouble as of late with
a Porté hole... I do hope she turned out alright. She
didn't seem well when she came back from the Eisenfürst.
Very Truely,
~Ferdinand
