(Here we are, at journey's end,
to my Mother I write again.)

Dear Mother,

The wounds I gained are on the mend,
but my armor, it's fate condemned.
So, my next journey I must suspend,
but I intend to go again.
I append that I expect this trend,
to happen now, and happen then.

(To my mother, I pretend,
it's the weak, I do defend.
But in reality I intend,
to find some gold to spend again.)

So dear mother please extend,
my love and wishes to our friends.
I hope that father I don't offend,
when this winter I ascend,
to stay with you, and stay with him,
So show him this letter that I have penned.

Love, Romana.

Penned by my hand on the 4th of Mayan, in the year 811 AF.