This letter was found at the bottom of the pile on Hawke's desk. Seeing that it was addressed to Anders, she gave it to him at the next available opportunity.
The envelope is spotted and stained, torn in several places. There is something that looks an awful lot like blood on one of the corners. A griffon, backwards, is imprinted in the front, as though it was carried inside the breastplate of armor on which one was etched.

The letter itself is covered in ink blotches and written in a careful, painstakingly neat hand. Some of the words are scratched out, and there are sooty fingerprints on the edges of the paper.

Wrapped inside the larger letter are a few smaller ones.

"Anders,

I guess that was supposed to be an apology for not writing me for six years. Not to mention disappearing into the marsh without a trace.

Maker, you were never good with words.

But there's no point to holding a grudge when you lead a life like this. I'm glad you've got Justice, even if it's through unusual circumstances. I hope whatever problems you're having will get worked out. Tell him I miss our philosophical discussions? And to remember that there's a grey area? Haha.

I can't tell you where we are, but I can tell you that being a Warden isn't getting any easier. The Orlesians are making trouble back home, and those asses from Weisshaupt still won't leave me alone about how I stopped the blight.

I miss having you here to deal with them. A misdirection hex would be really useful right about now, not to mention funny.

Nathaniel and Varel and Oghren want to send you letters, too, so I'll fold them up in this one. I have no idea when I'll be able to send this to you. I'll address it to the Champion - it'll be more likely to get to you that way.

The Orlesians are causing trouble, and I'm pretty sure Leliana's mixed up in it somehow. I'm sure you remember her - my Orlesian bard friend? She came for Funalis one year?

Anyway, I hope you're well. Tell the Champion from me that she couldn't have a better mage by her side, as long as she can get you to keep your head! It took my eyebrows a week to grow back after you singed them with that thrice-damned fireball in the fight with The Mother.

Then again, I'd have lost a lot more than the hair if you hadn't.

Maker bless you/ Creators light your way, lethalan.

-Alainka

(P.S. Who in Thedas is 'Stand'?)"