(A letter is pinned to the wall.)

(The paper is yellowed, the writing faded.)

Player: "I wonder if I can read it...."

(The letter is addressed to someone named Kaindal.)

(It was probably written by the house's owner.)

Player: "I'll ask about it back at camp."

A letter from one of the old Havenjark houses?

Let me see that. My folks lived here during the first resettlement, 'til it failed.

I might recognize the name.

Player: "Really? Sure, here."

Oridin... Hmm, don't know him, but I remember Kaindal from my parents' stories.

He was the first one to leave when the crops failed.

He wandered somewhere really far. Ishalgen, I think? Pa said he became a thief or a raider or something.

Player: "THAT Kaindal?"

Player, look at you, Daeva!

Why're you back here? Slumming? Showing off? Secret business?

Aah...you don't mind me teasing, right?

Player: "Found something for you..."

A deserted house? Let me read that... Oridin? Oh, shards, what memories! Why didn't he send this?

He wanted to come join me here. He would've been disappointed. Stout, steadfast, but honest. Would've made a lousy Raider.

I'd rather think he found a patch of green somewhere to farm. Two old friends in one day! Thanks, Player.

Player: "Stay safe, rascal."

So Pa was right? Huh. Times must have been blasted hard to turn a farmer into a Raider!

Well, not this time. The land wants us back. Can't you feel it?

And this time we're tough enough to win our place!