Loredas, the 6th of Midyear, Year 202 of the Fourth Era
Dear Segen,
This city is called Riften. For my first months in Skyrim, I called it home. Years ago, your father called it home as well. Right now, I stand on the bridge that intersects everything, just above the main canal. From where I stand, I can see the door of the Ratway, which leads to the Thieves Guild I was part of. You should know, there are many people who would love and care for you and I, if we stayed here, but this isn't where I want you to be born. The place I had in mind is a bit colder, but at the same time, it's warmer. I want you to know, Segen, that I was not the best of people, and this place is only one of the many reasons why. When I think on it, most of the other reasons have to do with your father. Presently. I am trying to fool myself into thinking I only came here to see my old friends, Cynric and Brynjolf and Karliah, but that's not true. I know better. I know I was hoping your Baba would still be here. I don't know what he would think, my love, seeing me twenty-four weeks along with you. Happy. Angry. Both. I don't know, Segen, I don't know. I just really wanted to see him, and I don't know why, I just wanted him to be here. But, it doesn't matter. He isn't.
All my love,
Mana