Nathyn,
I am leaving Tel Dreloth. I have come in to some wealth due to the death of a distant relative and have no need to work as a servant anymore.
Mistress Dreloth says I should not tell you where I intend to go. First, because she was always right about your condition, and leaving your wards will surely kill you. Second, because I mean to live out the rest of my days in peace and luxury married to some rich stranger. It is what I deserve after all I have been through and how hard I have worked in service of your mother.
While I cannot say that I ever truly loved you, I do not wish you dead. Do not come after me. Do as your mother says. She knows best.
Sincerely,
Dacia Caro
