'Dear Sister Joanne,
I have successfully immigrated through to Regalia. It is as colourful as described in the books we read together as youths. The people there are kind and welcoming..Well, most. I ran into the most peculiar man in the Golden Willow, their popular tavern. He wore the clothes of a prisoner, black and white stripes but had a guard type uniform. He spoke rudely to me and it ended in a verbal altercation of which I was nearly arrested by him and his ginger plebe on a comrade. His ignorance was teeth-grindingly irksome. I had never seen a rude man like that before in my life, I don't think. I called him 'Mon Ami' and he responded with a vicious provocation calling our native language 'foul'. But I had a talk with him, about his sexist ways and a woman there, who by her voice sounded Regalian had given him a welt, to which he responded by jabbing the pommel of his blade into her diaphragm. We then got back to talking as she faded from the growing crowd. One person had warned me not to argue but I was not going to let him say that us Ithanian men were castrated and let the women rule the house. That is simply not true. I shall conclude this paragraph by saying I wish there was more freedom.
Now, onto better news, I have volunteered myself at an Almshouse owned by a new-made friend, Countess Black, a woman just five years younger but has much more power. She, for a noble, is extremely charitable and kind. Today I walked upon three people in two lines just parallel from each other. This was in the exterior dining area of the tavern. On one side was a man, who's name I can't remember, Darius and Countess Black. Though not speaking with the guard Darius, I had picked up his name while having a conversation with the Wodenstaff family. Well, some of them anyway. I quickly noticed that is was some sort of argument. Soon after I joined the line that contained Countess Black. A white-haired woman, maybe a year or two younger than me in a pink dress approached her. She criticised the amount of money and said the people already had great lives (these people being orphans, poverty-stricken homeless people and the starving poor) which personally I had found outrageous. Countess Black as addressed as 'Lady Black', to which she corrected her, as any noble would. To this the woman rolled her eyes. I objected to that telling her not to but Countess Black had told me she could do what she wanted. After a walk to the poverty-stricken areas we came to Number One Holz Road, which Countess Black owned. She referred to it as the 'Almshouse'. It is an orphanage and a homeless shelter. They had a dining room, a bedroom and it was a lovely living space. Unfortunately, it was the only one as the others had been shut. As we left and the critical woman had departed I asked her if she was taking volunteers, to which she said yes. I signed up and saw a list of names. One of which included Fudail Bashshaur, I think that's how it is spelt..He is the first friend of mine I made in Regalia.
With much love,
Aaron'
I have successfully immigrated through to Regalia. It is as colourful as described in the books we read together as youths. The people there are kind and welcoming..Well, most. I ran into the most peculiar man in the Golden Willow, their popular tavern. He wore the clothes of a prisoner, black and white stripes but had a guard type uniform. He spoke rudely to me and it ended in a verbal altercation of which I was nearly arrested by him and his ginger plebe on a comrade. His ignorance was teeth-grindingly irksome. I had never seen a rude man like that before in my life, I don't think. I called him 'Mon Ami' and he responded with a vicious provocation calling our native language 'foul'. But I had a talk with him, about his sexist ways and a woman there, who by her voice sounded Regalian had given him a welt, to which he responded by jabbing the pommel of his blade into her diaphragm. We then got back to talking as she faded from the growing crowd. One person had warned me not to argue but I was not going to let him say that us Ithanian men were castrated and let the women rule the house. That is simply not true. I shall conclude this paragraph by saying I wish there was more freedom.
Now, onto better news, I have volunteered myself at an Almshouse owned by a new-made friend, Countess Black, a woman just five years younger but has much more power. She, for a noble, is extremely charitable and kind. Today I walked upon three people in two lines just parallel from each other. This was in the exterior dining area of the tavern. On one side was a man, who's name I can't remember, Darius and Countess Black. Though not speaking with the guard Darius, I had picked up his name while having a conversation with the Wodenstaff family. Well, some of them anyway. I quickly noticed that is was some sort of argument. Soon after I joined the line that contained Countess Black. A white-haired woman, maybe a year or two younger than me in a pink dress approached her. She criticised the amount of money and said the people already had great lives (these people being orphans, poverty-stricken homeless people and the starving poor) which personally I had found outrageous. Countess Black as addressed as 'Lady Black', to which she corrected her, as any noble would. To this the woman rolled her eyes. I objected to that telling her not to but Countess Black had told me she could do what she wanted. After a walk to the poverty-stricken areas we came to Number One Holz Road, which Countess Black owned. She referred to it as the 'Almshouse'. It is an orphanage and a homeless shelter. They had a dining room, a bedroom and it was a lovely living space. Unfortunately, it was the only one as the others had been shut. As we left and the critical woman had departed I asked her if she was taking volunteers, to which she said yes. I signed up and saw a list of names. One of which included Fudail Bashshaur, I think that's how it is spelt..He is the first friend of mine I made in Regalia.
With much love,
Aaron'
