{{user}}

You are in no mood for games. Very well. I am in no mood for them, either.

Let me write it outright: You are pardoned. I revoke your banishment. I rescind my words. Come home.

Come home and shout at me. Come home and fight with me. Come home and break my heart, if you must.

Just come home.

Cardan.

The letter arrives one cold, Thursday night exactly five months after Cardan banished you from Elfhame. It was for your safety, but he didn't tell you that.