It all came rushing back to you, as fast as the next drop of water falls into the bucket, your name is Fadwar Fergusson, the fifth son of Tarn Fergusson, and son of Tilia Fergusson. Your father is a town guardsmen over in Water Shell, and your Mother runs the farm while he is out on patrol, and such. You remember those long days where you spent all your time playing with your friends, pretending you were warrior monks, or knights, and fighting each other with sticks, and wooden pot lids. All the times you, and your friends had slunk through the shade of the apple trees to steal some of Old Granny Jolin's Apple Pies, then you remembered all the times you got chased away, and that one time where their dog had bitten your arm.
Standing up you peer out the window near your bed, the only one in the entire house as glass was growing more expensive by the week. Out side the rain is pouring down into the street, and the parts of the road not paved were already muddy puddles of water that had begun spreading across the road. No people were out at this hour, and the only lights are those few wooden poles holding enclosed lanterns, and the watch fires coming from the stone wall in the distance. Turning back around you take a look upon your house once again, it was a tiny hovel with the fireplace over against the far side only about fifteen paces away, the small stone basin you used as a bath hidden away in the corner, and covered by a wooden separator, and the chest, and dresser that contained all your earthly possessions.
A small fire glows in the stone fire place, and gives off faint a very faint sense of heat, and light that seems to fill the entire hovel. This place was your new home, Sand Sheath, a rather large town that prospered on the trading of silk, spices, and glass, but it was also prey to endless raids, attacks, and sieges from all nations, and bandit groups as they seek to take this places riches. But that wasn't important, what was where the three letters upon the mantle of the fireplace, the first was from your father, the second your first brother, and the last ... who had sent you that letter?
Who sent you the third letter?
A)Your Best Friend
B)The Local Blacksmith
C)The Recruitment Officer
D)Some other person
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