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Zero Tesril

27 November 2018 - 03:44 PM

Zero Tesril
Type of Character: Skaa Misting [size]

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Name/Handle: LordKronos
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Name: Zero Tesril
Type: Skaa
Age: 26
Gender: Male
Place of Origin: Luthadel
Occupation: Unemployed, but freelances as a mercenary/bodyguard - he is a member of the Skaa Rebellion
Relationship Status: Single

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Type of Powers: Misting
Metals Used: Pewter
Degree of Skill: Intermediate
Status: Hidden - but known amongst members of the Skaa Rebellion/Snapped

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Zero stands at 5’10” tall. He is strongly built from physical training that he received after snapping. Zero has brown hair, wears a beard, and has one blue eye. The other eye was lost and he wears an eye patch over the socket.

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Zero has a rough exterior, but it houses a heart of gold. He has a hatred towards noblemen for what they did to him and his mother. This causes him to have an easily roused temper, which can lead to him making choices without thinking them through. Zero prefers action to words, but is not afraid to speak his mind. He tends to be serious, although some have the ability to get through his rough exterior.

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Special Skills:Zero is fair combatant, especially with his hands or a staff. He is good with the sword and daggers, but prefers to have a staff in his hands.

Strengths: Zero is physically strong. Despite his hard exterior, he actually has a very kind heart - at least for skaa and the disenfranchised. He is extremely loyal and protective of his friends and allies.

Weaknesses: Zero has a temper - especially when he sees children being mistreated. It often takes someone else talking him down to avoid metaphorically (or literally) cracking skulls. He tends to stick out because of his eye patch, so often avoids being stealthy. He rarely sees the point. Zero has a blind side on his right due to his lack of an eye. Zero is also illiterate. He never saw a reason to learn how to read.

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Zero Tesril was born in 892 in a skaa slum to a woman named Mara Tesril. Zero has never met his father and has no idea where he is located or his name. Zero knew his mother well and loved her dearly. He had a very typical skaa childhood, but was well developed for his age, and was often given physical tasks to complete, such as lifting and shoveling ash out of the streets.

At age 10, his life changed forever. Night had not yet fallen and the mists hadn’t come, but a nobleman was drunk and set his eyes on Mara. Zero wasn’t sure what happened when women were taken by the noblemen, but he for sure knew that they didn’t come back afterwards. Filled with rage, Zero tried to prevent his mother’s abduction. He ran through the city, trying to find his mother. Finally finding her, he ran to take her back.

The nobleman struck quickly, knocking out Zero’s eye with a dueling cane. Left for dead in the streets of Luthadel, Zero snapped. There had been trace elements of pewter in his stomach as he was hit, and a seeker member of a thieving crew discovered him, and nursed him back to health utilizing pewter.

The seeker’s name was Brayd Lind. Through Bryad, Zero met Alistair Zevros, another skaa thug. Alistair taught Zero not only how to burn pewter, but how to fight. Alistair started with martial arts and then proceeded to the staff and the sword. Zero showed a definite proficiency for the staff and focused on that.

Zero served briefly in the thieving crew, usually as a door guard. His eyepatch made him stand out, so he didn’t often go on raids. He wasn’t heavily involved in the scamming. At age 18, he left the crew on good terms and joined the Skaa Rebellion. As he grew, he learned of the fate his mother would have received at the hands of the nobleman. His anger had seethed and with that came a hatred for noblemen that could not be soothed. His personal experience in getting attacked as a child gave him a heart for children, and this combined with his hatred of noblemen could often lead him to make rash decisions if there was no one to hold him back.

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Rage was the only emotion that Zero felt. He had taken his mother. Zero didn’t know who he was, but the man was a noble. Zero had watched. Noblemen sometimes took women with them. He didn’t know what had happened to them, but he did know they didn’t ever come back.

Zero wasn’t going to let that happen. His mother wasn’t going to disappear. He ran through the streets of Luthadel. Even as a ten-year old, he was strongly built from physical labor. He also swept and shoveled the streets clear of ash and knew them well. It didn’t take long for the boy to catch up. Mara Tesril saw him first.

“No,” she yelled at him. “Run!. Get away!”

Zero didn’t listen. He couldn’t listen. The nobleman knew he was there now though. Switching his mother to his other hand, the nobleman struck him in the face with a dueling cane. Pain flashed through his right eye. Zero screamed and fell to the ground, feeling wet blood in his hand as he brought it to his face.

Zero’s mother screamed, but he couldn’t hear it over his own. The boy pulled himself up to his hands and knees. His vision was blurred, and his hand left a bloody handprint on the cobblestones. Inside of him, he felt a power that he didn’t understand. Zero noticed a white orb on the ground nearby and when he figure out what it was, he vomited.

Zero didn’t hear the man approach him, but he heard him speak. “Quickly Alistair, he needs pewter. He’s running out.” There was a brief scuffling as a dark haired man lifted his face, almost shoving a vial of liquid down the boys mouth. “Drink it, son. It will help. Trust me.”

Zero felt that power again - larger this time. “Burn it,” the dark haired man said, and Zero noticed another man for the first time - Alistair he assumed. “Your body knows how to do it. There ya go!” The man smiled at him, as he blacked out.

Zero awoke in a bed. The dark haired man sat next to him. Zero sat up in the bed. “Here,” the man said, handing him a vial of liquid. Some type of sediment sat at the bottom.

Zero found himself trusting the man. After all, he had taken him in. “What is it?” Zero asked, after downing the liquid and sediment.

“Pewter,” the man said. “It’s what kept you alive. We’ll teach you more later, for now, suffice it to say, you’ll need it until you fully recover.”

Zero nodded, his hand going up to his right eye. Over it was a leather patch. “My eye is gone?” Zero already knew the answer.

The man nodded. “There was nothing we could do to save it. My name is Brayd.”

“Zero,” he responded standing up.

The pewter inside of him made him feel stronger, and Zero flexed his hand, feeling a new strength inside of him. It was a sort of warmth that he had never felt before.

“I’m hungry,” Zero said, heading to the door. “Is there any food?”

Abruptly Zero ran into the door. That was impossible. It had looked farther away than it actually was.

“Slow down, son,” Brayd said to him. “You can’t see as well as you used to. It will take time, but you’ll adjust. Come on, let’s get some food in your belly.”

Zero followed Brayd to a kitchen, where he sat down to eat some baywraps. He would have a lot to learn indeed.

A Fine Vintage

02 June 2018 - 11:40 PM

Victor stood staring out the window of his manor across the vast vineyards on his estate bordering Fellise. The skaa were hard at work. Instinctively, Victor reached for the power in his stomach, rioting the skaas' willingness to work. Truth be told, he didn't really feel like beating any of them for insubordination...at least for tonight.

Victor grabbed the decanter and poured himself a glass of wine, sipping and savoring the flavor. It was a fine red, and Victor checked the bottle for the date, smiling as he did. Yes - the Cairhaim 908 - a ten-year old vintage and a very good year for him.

A slight knock on the door disturbed him from his thoughts. "Enter," he said, and the door slowly opened revealing his youngest daughter, Kiriena.

Kiriena wore a red dress, very reminiscent of the wine that he sipped. She didn't curtsy, but unless they were in public, he didn't expect that behavior from his children.

"Kiriena," he said, smiling, trying not to think of how much she looked like Kyra. "How is your day?"

She smiled at her father. "I'm well, Father, and you?"

Victor smiled and took a seat, gesturing towards another chair for his daughter and turning off his zinc. Victor never manipulated his children's emotions; "I'm well, what brings you to my study today?"

Kiriena sat down. "You know the house in town that has been getting worked on? Well I saw wagons outside of it today. A Terrisman was helping move things in it looked like. I thought you'd like to know that we have new neighbors."

Victor nodded. "Where are your siblings?"

Kiriena responded quickly. "I last saw Liam in the kitchens - probably looking for a snack. Anaya, I think is in her room, and Bella was in the garden.

Victor stood and gestured for Kiriena to do the same. "Get them and tell them to meet me in the entryway. We should at least, welcome our new neighbors. Can I count on you to make sure they are dressed appropriately."

Kiriena smiled and nodded at her father. "Yes, Father, I will get them right away."

She turned to exit as Victor sipped again at his wine. "Kiriena," he said, another idea coming to his head. He turned and she stopped by the door waiting for instructions. "Tell your brother to get a bottle of the 908 Red for our new neighbor."

Victor Cairhaim

11 May 2018 - 08:18 PM

Victor Cairhaim
Noble Misting - Rioter

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Name/Handle: Lord Kronos
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Name: Victor Cairhaim
Type: Noble
Age: 45
Gender: Male
Place of Origin: Fellise
Occupation: Vineyards and Wineries
Relationship Status: Widower

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Type of Powers: Misting
Metals Used: Zinc
Degree of Skill: Advanced
Status: Known

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Victor is a tall man at 5’11”. He has black hair, but it is greying. Victor is of medium build and is rather thin. His eyes are dark brown. He can put on a happy face when dealing with clients. In private, however, his demeanor is morose.

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Victor cares little for others. His focus is more towards himself and his interests (although this is more of a defense mechanism due to the loss of his wife). The exception to this rule is his family. He cares deeply for his kids (he has four). He gets along well with others when it serves his needs. Victor is able to put on a face for clients and other nobles, but is generally pretty jaded due to his wife’s death. He hates skaa (this thought process came from his parents who always treated skaa with disdain) and has no problem with punishing those that work in his vineyards for little things. It is something that he does take pleasure in.

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Special Skills: He is exceptional at making deals and lying in order to make those deals happen. He is good at observing others and getting a sense for their emotions. This comes in handy when he uses zinc to alter emotions

Strengths: Despite his general morose nature in private, Victor is good at hiding his personal pain from others, and is good at building relationships with other people, even if they don’t know exactly who he is behind closed doors. He is good at negotiating deals and contracts. He excels at manipulating others.

Weaknesses: Victor is a strong man, but he has absolutely no combat skill. Combat has never interested him, and so he is useless in a fight. With the exception of his children, he is incredibly selfish and works generally to suit his own interests. He is prone to rages which generally take the form of abusing skaa.

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Victor was born in 873 to noble parents named Gerald and Victoria Cairhaim. Growing up, he wanted for nothing. His parents had the money to see to his needs as well as his wants. As a result, he is used to getting what he wants. Despite this, his parents were rather cold. They didn’t interact much with their kids with the exception of teaching them their duty to the house. His emotional needs were left unfulfilled, and as such he felt empty inside. As the oldest child, he was taught how to run the family business of growing and fermenting grapes to create wine. His father would often take him on business trips, having him observe negotiations to learn how to deal.

On his 11th birthday, his father decided to see if his son was an allomancer. His father observed while he was beaten. The thing that hurt the most was that his father didn't seem to care. It was business as usual. Victor snapped that day and they found out he was a rioter. Gerald was excited to notice this and he immediately set to increasing Victor’s training in reading body language and utilizing his gift of zinc.

The rest of his adult life continued much in the same ways, but as he grew he began to attend balls in Luthadel. It was at a ball at Keep Lekal that he met Kyra. Kyra struck him immediately with her beauty and grace. It was his second ball, and seeing that she was alone, he asked her to dance. She accepted, and for the first time in his childhood, he felt like an empty void had been filled. He found himself being genuinely smiling for the first time in his life. Kyra and Victor began attending balls more often together. Victor and Kyra found themselves falling in love with each other and at age 20 they were married.

His parents, seeking retirement, left Fellise and left the business to Victor. He took over and continued to do well for himself. Being noble, Victor and Kyra had trouble getting pregnant, but when Victor was 27, Kyra became pregnant with their first children. She had twins - a girl name Anaya and boy named Liam. Three years later, they had another girl they named Bella, and a year after Bella, they gave birth to another daughter named Kiriena.

Victor’s parents had been distant, and this made Victor strive to be different than his own. He loved his children deeply. Following tradition, he had his children beat at eleven to see if they would snap. He observed all of the beatings but instead of the cold glare that he remembered from his father, he teared up. Anaya and Liam both snapped, the former becoming a pewterarm, and the latter a tineye. Bella became a smoker, and Kiriena alone didn’t snap. For weeks after Kiriena’s beating, he would often wake of nightmares just of his little girl screaming.

Shortly after Kiriena’s beating, Kyra became ill. Despite trying everything, Kyra succumbed to her illness and passed. This moment struck him deeply. His love for Kyra had been deep. His attitude changed to something more akin to his father’s. He became more selfish, and even though he still loved his children and cared for them deeply, they noticed he grew more distant especially towards Kiriena (she looked the most like her mother and he still carried guilt because of her beating).

Lying to get what he wanted became his defense mechanism. Victor sought his own interests, manipulating others to get what he wanted. He never remarried. No one held a candle to the beacon that Kyra was. He attended balls to make contacts, but as his oldest reach maturity, they went to balls more often. The pain is still there, and it always will be.

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A knock came to the door, pulling Victor out of his thoughts.

“Daddy,” a soft voice came through the door.

“Come in,” Victor said.

The door open and there stood Anaya. She was fifteen now, and was becoming a fine woman in her own right. Her own mannerisms matched that of her mother. She was dressed in all black for mourning. He noticed she had decided not to wear make-up today. That was perhaps a good idea. Victor could see that she had been crying.

“It’s about to start,” she told him.

Victor nodded and stood up, hugging his daughter. That hole that had been inside of him as a child was there again now that Kyra was gone.

“It will be okay, daddy,” Anaya told him.

Oh, child. No it won’t Victor thought.

Victor held back his own tears, staying strong for his children as he met them to go to their mother’s memorial service. All of them had tear streaked cheeks. He met each one’s gaze and gave them a hug, noticing how much little Kiriena looked like her mother. In his mind he could hear Kiriena’s screams again. Screams all for nothing.

The family went and the funeral happened. It was all a blur to Victor. He didn’t really pay attention at all. All he remembered was coming back to Cairhaim Manor that night and making sure his kids got to bed. That is when the entire emotional release came. The tears fell, the pain felt so exquisite now.

“My Lord,” a voice interrupted his turmoil.

He turned and a skaa woman stood there with a glass of wine. He ended every night with one. The woman was just doing her job, but she was there. She had seen him cry. She had seen his weakness, and all the rage erupted as he backhanded her across the face. The wine spilled to the floor, furthering his rage. She looked up at him, fear in her eyes and her split lip trembling as he beat her.

Learning to Write Better Resources

12 April 2018 - 02:09 PM

Hello all!

I'm a music teacher by trade and an aspiring writer by hobby. it is a goal of mine to write a novel. I have a desire to write a sci-fi/fantasy novel and a detective novel. Hey - maybe i can do both of them in the same one!

I'm always looking to get better at writing, and obviously there is no substitute for practice. However, I also try to look up and read about strategies for improving my craft, so I thought it would be good to have a discussion about what resources we use to help improve our own writing.

I'm currently reading How to Write Science Fiction & Fantasy by Orson Scott Card. What sort of things are you using?


11 April 2018 - 11:00 PM

Type of Character: Keeper

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Name/Handle: LordKronos
Contact: PM Please

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Type: Terrisman
Age: 35
Gender: M
Place of Origin: Tathingdwen
Occupation: Faarskar Steward
Relationship Status: Eunuch

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Type of Powers: Feruchemist
Metals Used: Two Copperminds Bracers - one contains general knowledge and the other is his fine arts metalmind (plays, songs, dances, ect.). As with all Keepers, he has copperminds with all the knowledge of the keepers, he just doesn't wear them at all times. Two tinmind earrings, and two tinmind rings. In them he stores hearing and sight. Recently he has started wearing pewter rings to store strength. Two steel armbands for speed, and two bronze earrings for wakefulness, and two iron earrings for weight. He also cycles through some copper rings to store new information on the spot that he can transfer to his other copperminds.
Degree of Skill: Intermediate
Status: Known/Hidden

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As most Terrisman, Veeras is tall reaching to a height of 6'4". His skin is dark, and were he to grow his hair out, it would be black. However, in the fashion of Terrisman Stewards, his head is constantly shaved. His eyes are dark brown. Veeras is semi-muscular and often has a serious expression on his face. He wears the robes common to a Steward, but on the rare chance that he performs, he chooses to wear all black.

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Veeras is a quiet and kind-hearted individual. He is the epitome of Terris Steward. He hardly speaks unless his employer asks for advice. Even then, Veeras is docile, choosing words carefully as to not upset his employer or his children. As a result, he often has to be ordered to speak his mind, but when he does, his opinion is well respected. Veeras is humble, and even his Master's are unaware of his musical talent. Despite his quiet nature, he loves the family he works for deeply, and specifically loves the children under his care. He is drawn to Master Elliott because of the young man's musical ability. The few times that the serious expression has been off of his face is after listening to Elliott play, even though he tries to hide it. Veeras has a habit of keeping a journal, which are written like letters to his family.

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Special Skills: Raised by the Breeders but trained by the Keepers, he is good at reading, writing, and observing. His love, and specialty are the Fine Arts. Veeras is a skilled musician, and is able to play most instruments, although his preferences are violin, cello, and piano (the only one he owns is a violin). Veeras is also a talented singer and dancer, and due to his castration, has a strong soprano singing voice. He is also a good actor and artist. His acting ability makes him a good liar, but it is not something he often does.

Strengths: The Fine Arts are Veeras' passion. He is particularly a strong musician and even has perfect pitch. He is a phenomenal Steward, often following orders to a T and to perfection (at least as much as he can).

Weaknesses: Veeras docile nature is a weakness in that he often will hold back his opinions to avoid upsetting or offending his superiors. Having never known his parents, he can feel jealous around those who do. This is the primary reason why he's usually silent around the Faarskar children (not that he doesn't care, but he doesn't want to offend them). This also harbors feelings of loneliness.

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Veeras was born in 883 through the Terris breeding programs. He never knew his parents or siblings, if he had any, and it quickly became a source of pain for him as he grew. Early on, the Keepers found out that he had feruchemical powers and kept this secret, training him in how to use his metalminds. One of these, his mentor Davrin, read to him the entire knowledge of the Keepers, so Veeras could memorize.

Davrin was also a singer and when learning songs, Veeras found the relief for his pain. Davrin was the first to witness the young Terrisman smile as he sung, and cultivated a love of music in him. As Veeras went to learn from the Obligators, it was remarked that Veeras had a talent for music and this was encouraged learning for him as he grew. He learned the basics of playing all instruments, but specialized in three: the violin, cello, and piano. He often found himself singing whenever he could manage it. The Obligators even allowed him to perform at times, and it was in these moments, that he found true peace.

Veeras was a quiet child and that moved through his adulthood. He always did what was requested of him and did it efficiently. He was admired by the Obligators for this and at age 20, he was sent off to become the Steward for the Faarskar family. It was with Astor Faarskar and his family that Veeras finally understood what family meant. Astor cared more for the happiness of his family than for riches, and it was something that spoke to Veeras on a deep level. This was something he had missed. He couldn't always, however, keep the jealous feelings at bay. They were there in the back of his mind, and he hated himself for feeling this way. He was robbed of his family as well as robbed of making one of his own. His feelings were justified, but to him, they were an evil thing, especially because he cared deeply for the Faarskars. He especially cared for the children. This only increased his guilt, and as a result, he found himself being more quiet around the children than he normally was. Veeras had no desire to offend his employers by sharing his feelings with them.

As he worked for the Faarskar family, Veeras found himself continuing his musical studies, but he kept it to himself. Veeras was a humble man, and didn't like to tote his talent. He would often go off on his own during his free time to practice his violin. Often he spent his time working "listening" to music in his head. The one thing that has helped with his personal feelings of jealousy has been Elliott's musical talents.

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((Out of Character: The quotes used in this section are from Elliott's biography and are used with the author's knowledge and permission))

Veeras was packing, an action that he hadn't done in many years. For the most part, he had been settled into his life Mantiz. The Terrisman had served Astor Faarskar and his family for the last fifteen years, but now, that was going to change.

Veeras still served the Faarskars, but instead he would be a personal steward for Master Elliott as he moved to Felise to make contacts in Luthadel. Life in Luthadel was different than what Elliott was used to, but Veeras had faith that the young man would do well.

Veera's thoughts went back to the moment a couple of days ago, when all of this had been decided. As always, Veeras waited to be acknowledged before speaking, but his thoughts had moved towards his jealous feelings for the family. Veeras wished he could have known his own. He wished he had met his parents and wondered often if he had any siblings. As he served this family, he wondered what it would be like to dine with his own. His own thoughts were distracting and as Lord Astor asked his question, there was a slight hesitation before he replied.

"My Lord, I will do whatever you ask of me."

The response was simple and neutral, but Lord Astor wanted more. He wanted actual advice, and was ordered to speak his mind. Veeras complied, telling his Master what he really thought. Even a slight smile broke his normally serious face as he spoke.

"I think master Darius is right. If he goes away, anyone will be able to come and kill the rest of you. He has been this House's most important defense for some years, now. That makes Lord Elliott and Lady Freya the best candidates for the travel. However -and I'm sorry if I offend, for it is not my place nor my intention to do it- Freya is still too innocent to go there alone. As you said, Master Astor, the nobility there can be quite dangerous if you're not careful enough. Besides, Elliott is very skilled with a dueling cane. I'm sure he will be able to defend himself."

And that was it. Now Veeras was to accompany Master Elliott to Felise. Despite his happiness in Mantiz, Veeras found himself looking forward to the move. It would be good for him, and so he sat down and began to write.

Dearest Family,

It appears that a change will soon be coming to my life. I will leave the Western Dominance and accompany Master Elliott to the Central Dominance. I think this will help with my personal struggles. I'll be able to focus on serving one Master instead of a whole family. This should keep my negative emotions at bay.

Hopefully I will be able to process these feelings before Master Elliott finds a suitable wife. I am sure that helping my young charge at court will be a primary purpose of mine. Part of that means that the young lord will be spending much time with the ladies at the balls. Maybe I should encourage him to perform at some of them. Master Elliott has impressive skill with his bow.

Veeras paused and looked up, smiling as he tapped a hearing tinmind. In the distance he could hear Elliott playing his violin.

There is still that one note he misses… Veeras thought, turning back to his note.

I'm sure all will turn out fine. Part of my duties is to protect Master Elliott. I'm not a fighter, but I will follow this charge to the best of my ability. I will defend him with my life if necessary.

Again, Veeras looked up, and then pulled out a pewter ring and placed it on his finger. It would be a good idea to store some strength in case he needed it. If at all possible, he would avoid using Feruchemy. It would be a death sentence if he was caught, but for Elliott, he would risk it if he had to.

As always, I will serve to the best of my ability. Master Darius has told me I should be more upfront with my opinions. I promised him I would try. I do not know if I can, but I will hold to my word.

And now, I wish you farewell. I will keep you in my thoughts, as I know I am in yours.