(From Demetrius's Perspective)
It was a long day. Apart from slaughtering monsters, I also had to deal with a bunch of teenagers who kept making way too much noise near our tent. It was not until I sent knights to move them, they finally left.
They had come to a picnic apparently.
'Well, whatever. They can arrange a picnic somewhere else.'
I sat down to read the letters my wife had sent me. She sent me letters every single day. She told me how she was doing, described all about her day, and asked me tons of questions about how I was, if I was eating well and if everything was going well. She also never failed to ask me about my day.
It took twelve hours for her letters to arrive. I was a bit late today. Her letters should have arrived already.
But oddly enough, there was no letter, nor the bird.
"Did she forget to write to me…? But…"
