Possibly The Last Letters – Sand

One of Wolf’s friends with a deep bow handed to you an envelope with your name written on it in a very elegant manner.

Dear Sand,

If you are reading this, it means I am on my road to Luskan. Forgive me for leaving without informing you earlier, but we decided with Nevalle this would be the best way to prevent any rumors.

Vilkas Uth Matar offered his assistance also in this matter. Not only I go to Luskan more educated thanks to his lessons, but he also goes with us to keep an eye on things and intervene in case of bigger troubles. Of course, Nevalle doesn’t know about anything.

Sand, I am perfectly aware that I may not come back at all; and for the first time in my life I fear that my luck won’t be enough, especially since I am responsible not only for myself, but also for that blonde idiot. This letter to you may be the last words you ever get from me.

Recently, I noticed that when each time our talks were involving my lessons with master Vilkas… Your behavior changed. You were talking less than usual, you avoided my gaze and even when you were smiling at me, that smile was… odd. It wasn’t a smile I used to see on your face. For a long time I hadn’t been even noticing these subtle details. But when I finally did, it surprised me, also because I had the most bizarre feeling that this smile was familiar and I should have known, what it meant. I started to wonder about the reasons. And I finally realized.

I was smiling the same way at Tarmas after he had chosen Amy as his student and not me.

Sand, I… Vilkas is my teacher of the Art, true, things turned out this way. A wonderful teacher, patient, passionate, knowledgeable. But that doesn’t mean I forgot about my lawyer and team mage.

You’re a loyal friend of mine, you’re my trusted counselor and my mentor, and I always considered you as such, even if our paths are different, even when I couldn’t put that into proper words before. You taught me much about diplomacy, deduction of the facts and that fight isn’t always necessary. You still teach me, even unintentionally, just in a different way.

One thing I’ve never mentioned before and I thought I would never mention, until now. Remember our talk about Qara, about having power and its’ consequences? Remember your warnings? Your voice echoed in my head each time I struggled to keep Spirit Eater curse under control. Those were one of the most important words I’ve ever heard in my life and I’ll always keep them in my memory. You have no reason to be jealous, Wise One. I remember, who is my strict, sardonic chaperon and how much I owe him.

And Sand? I don’t know, who started the whole discussion about your age, but please, don’t let all them put you down. You have more elegance than half of the Neverwinter’s so-called nobles and I am not surprised, why your portraits have become so popular. I had tried to lift your spirit, but it seems that I failed. You’re still in every inch the same distinguish elf I have known and I can assure you, nothing has changed. It pains me to see you bitter because somebody wanted to be a smart-aleck and thought it was a funny joke.

I hope you’ll find happiness with Safiya, you’re made for each other. I bless you both and wish you all the best.

If I could ask for one more favor. Sand, pray for me to Mystra. I’m going to need her help now.

I hope – I really hope – that I will be able to hear your sarcastic comments again.

Ophelia