Ah, my scribe has dug up an old picture of myself as a youth and I urged her to post it. I suppose this would have been around the time I first entered Garrit's household in Garren. I wore such provocative clothing. Of course, this also goes to show that I never looked my true age; I always looked much younger than I was.
I miss my home in Garren, but I miss my home in Cascadence much more. I guess I could eventually return and attempt to rebuild the city. But I will never be able to reclaim my title as a nobility of Cascadence until after I discover who ordered the Massacre. The time will come when I can seek my revenge and finally allow those who died needlessly to rest in enternal peace. For I cannot see many being peaceful and not trying to avenge their deaths.
Someone should avenge them and bring the much needed close to the questions that plague me and those who had loved ones and friends in the city.
~Ryna
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Such a fine beauty... If only I'd known about the massacre before hand my darling.
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