Sir Gladius Dorn,

It is natural for any father to grieve for the loss of his son. The Hearth shares in your sorrow for not only was he the son of a pirate, he was the son of one of Good's heroes of old.

The choices that led to your son holding Ferrin at knifepoint were his alone, and the consequence of those choices was his death. Now he may never choose to walk the path and redeem himself. But you may still.

Look upon the Mitran armour you wear, Captain Blackgale. Remark upon how well it is fitted to you. Do you recall its origin, what it stands for? Think upon Dawn Illoriel, Captain, your Bloodsworn who became the Sun. Whatever cruel twist of fate that has led you to where you stand this day need not define your future.

Come home, Sir Gladius. Redeem not only yourself, but your son.

In service,
Dawnlord Aroan Shire

Penned by my hand on the 14th of Lupar, in the year 978 AF.