The first letter came two short weeks after Max made his departure into the frozen tundra. Winter had come in full effect when he was called to help a small clan of Dwarves that he had met before on his travels a few years ago. They had barely settled into their first little home together before he had to take off and leave Felix. Shortly after she finished her training with him, he pulled her close to him and with a tender kiss asked her to live with him. Their secret affair had started less than a full year ago, but Felix was more than happy to spend every single day with the man she was rapidly falling completely in love with. A young western man came to her door in the midst of a large snow storm and handed her a rolled up letter tied with a silver string. She opened the letter excitedly, knowing it could only be from Max.
Would you believe I got here and these fools are drinking, and having a party while there's a war going on?
I know sometimes you think I take things too seriously, but if I didn't everyone would be dead. This won't take long, dear, I promise you. I eagerly await to return home to you and finish unpacking and getting settled in. This snow has been pretty rough lately, so I hope you're keeping warm. You'll find the blankets my mother sent us in a basket beside the stairs. Use them well and keep our bed warm for me . I will see you very soon.
- Maximilian
Felix couldn't help but laugh when she read it. She could already imagine him trying to discuss a battle plan with a bunch of drunken Dwarves and getting visibly frustrated when he realized he was being ignored. She found the blankets he spoke of and draped a few heavy ones over their bed, crawled in, and wrapped herself in them like a cocoon. She sighed lightly and watched the snow pound the ground outside through their large window, and only hoped that her love was eating well and staying warm at night.