My dear Lanna,

I hope this letter finds you safe and well. Life here at the fort has been considerably more quiet since you and your companions helped rid this area of the despicable bandit menace. You performed a tremendous service for the Kingdom, and for that I am eternally greatful.

I must confess, however, that this note is not written with the intent of presenting you with professional commendations, but rather to let you know that have been constantly in my thoughts ever since our magically intimate encounter last month.

Please forgive me if I am being too forward. Military men, such as myself, have little gift and less patience for subtle turns of phrase. I have agonized over writing this for weeks. Eventually, the passion inside me won out over propriety and military decorum. The memory of that wondrous night could not and can not be held silent any longer.

Dearest Lanna, I just wish to let you know that you have captured my heart like the bandits captured poor Sergeant Axeworth (Who has fully recovered, by the way.) My soul aches in your absence and I eagerly await the day when I once again see your figure approaching on the horizon. Until that day, please accept these flowers as a small token of my affection.

Ever your humble servant,
Captain Reginald Tiberius

Bridgefort Garrison
Turimor