I did it. And it was all thanks to you. I brought the offering to Sabine's grave, and it was almost like she was still there, laughing over dinner. She loved pies, after all. And dumplings, too. Because they're just very small pies. Having told you first, it was a lot easier to tell her. I think I'm almost ready to send the letter to Nuroo, but I could use a little moral support. Do you think you could drop by the inn when you have time? Thanks.