Regisfall

Dear Louis Antoine Beauregard, aka my father,

Things have been going great! Terrific, really! I must confess life really improved after I left your homestead. I don't miss Lorehaven or the manor at all. And I'll prove it to you.

I'll prove I can be a knight.

Guess what? The shrine is made! Yes, bathhouse and everything! The MERCADIANS appreciate my ideas! And before you think I used any of your money - know that no, I did not. I rather roll in the mud with the pigs.

I'll have you know I found employment in the capital as a poet, okay? Yes, a poet. I'm writing for the king himself. He paid me a small fortune just for my last sonnet. And that's how I built the shrine.

So, YES, father. I'm quite well, thank you! And I still don't need you or your money, nothing has changed in that regard. And don't you dare to write back or send more gold. The address on the envelope is for my sisters...

Sorry, can't write more now! At the beach with my new and numerous friends!

Having the time of his life FREE from a certain someone,

Dominique Beauregard
KNIGHT of Kamalini