Lyssa
~39 AD
Meduli tavern, on a table.
Wyndorn
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Orien,
You have a family that you too are responsible for. Or did you forget that when courting you spoke of how you wanted exactly seven children? Well, now you have all seven. Five sons and two daughters.
Evano is sixteen years old. He needs his father here to teach him how to be a proper Tindremene of our family's status. Every day that you are away he drifts more and more towards that group of plebian boys we so desperately try to keep him from.
I punish him, but it is of no use. He does not respect me the way he respects you.
You cannot keep reveling in the joys of a warm southerly seaside town. Return to us.
Your wife,
Lyssa
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