Mother, Remember when you and I would wait at home for Father to return from his trips? We'd stay up late into the night until we'd see his horse coming down the road, lit by that little lantern. You and I would rush into his arms and ask him what he'd brought us this time, and he'd pull out some trinket from a faraway land. I always thought Telemo would be the one to follow in Father's footsteps, but here I am. I've found a merchant to apprentice under, Father's old colleague. When I told him about the plague he cried. It made me feel better, for I still haven't shed a tear. At least someone cries for you all, even if it isn't me. Your Ulysia