Dearest Feidra,
I think you and my fathead of a brother are proof enough meetings between Forsaken and their living relatives don't tend to end well but if everyone is willing I should hope it won't end in bitterness. Of course, Tennison is more unbendable than most so I guess we can at least be grateful he didn't kill you in the name of the Light.
So your dwarf friend asked for you specifically? I like her well enough I can see why you'd agree to it. Most certainly I'll come with you and Evaer, if you ladies would deign to be seen with the black sheep of the family. Since the only respectable member left is- as I said -a fathead. I don't blame you for not bothering to reach out to him and ask him to come along but I am sorry for it, Feidra.
I am indeed alive, slightly less of a fathead, and I do indeed adore you both. So I guess we can stand to the side as an example, eh?
I have some guild business to settle here before I can travel. I'll send word when I head out, I'll meet you anywhere you deem safe. Give my niece all my love, I hope she's doing well. Her last attempt at a letter sounded a bit more disjointed than usual, I've been worried about her.
I can already hear the jokes from my men. A priestess, a death knight and a rogue walk into a gathering...
Orrin