Endahren,
Greetings from back home. I hope the letter finds you well, and the store still profitable. How is the situation in Bastok? Any success in your attempt to teach San d'Orian customs to Calvier? I have been doing well for myself, no major troubles.
Since my last letter, I have finally started moving somewhere in my life. I now life in a mog house by myself, accompanied by a moogle who keeps calling me 'Master'. I thought that last bit might prove amusing to you.
Mother was sad to see me go, I think. She did not say anything, but this is the feeling I have. In truth, moving out provided me with surprising experiences. I didn't think I would feel quite so free afterwards. I am still in the city after all, but perhaps the sense of adventure in this is enough by itself for now. I'm looking forward to leaving San d'Oria eventually, and seeing the world with my own eyes. Perhaps I will even visit you one day. Bastok isn't too far from San d'Oria after all.
I have been practicing my fighting skills more than ever. I've discovered that they are much needed if you wish to venture deeper even into such an area as the forests of Ronfaure. I never knew before just how many orcs lurk those woods, ready to prey on a careless traveler. Even though I haven't yet had time to do much, the experiences I've had have opened my eyes to many new things.
Best regards,
Jenare
Jenare looked around in his old room. It was mostly empty of personal belongings now, he had already packed and taken out most everything. Only some furniture remained, and some old things he would have no need of in his new life. It reminded him of the time Endahren had left San d'Oria to live in Bastok. It had been a similar feeling in a way, although this time it was he himself that was leaving.
He nodded to himself and turned. There was no reason to stay here any longer. If he wanted to, he could come back to visit any time. He wouldn't be going far after all, not at first. He would just be moving out. Nevertheless, leaving the room and his old life felt somehow final. He supposed he could never return to his old life after this, adventuring and making his way in the world by himself was bound to change him somewhat. While it was sad, he was looking forward to it.
His mother Celese was waiting at the foot of the stairs.
"You're leaving now?"
Jenare nodded at the question. "Yes, I'm leaving now."
"I know I've said it before, but do take care." Celese held a hand to her chest. "And remember us too, every now and then."
"Of course I will."
Celese smiled at him. "I know you will, I'm merely worried. Here," she handed him a box. "Your favorite apple pie. It might be a while before you get to eat it again, so..."
Jenare received the box and thanked her. Then they said their goodbyes. Now there was nothing left to do but say goodbye to Triene, his older brother. Jenare opened the door leading to the store. The day wasn't special to the rest of the world, so Triene was working, holding up the store. Jenare smiled when he saw Triene behind the counter, serving a customer. He waited until the lady had left before speaking up.
"Triene. I'll be leaving now."
Triene leaned on the counter and smiled sadly. "I know. We'll miss you." The two shook hands, nothing more was needed. They hadn't always gotten along well, but that was part of being a family. Jenare picked up the box of apple pie his mother had given him, and headed out. The sun shone in his eyes when he stepped out, almost blinding him for a moment. This was the start of his new life.
Jenare looked around in the room. It was empty, naturally. He had had no time to bring in any furniture, or any of the other items he was going to bring with him from back home. It was the first time he was seeing this room, he had just made the contract with the Mog House Management Union.
A moogle flew by. "Does the room satisfy you, Master?"
Jenare looked at the creature. It was slightly strange, most of the time the citizens of San d'Oria didn't have too much to do with the moogles. They were everywhere, but they weren't really too big a part of the everyday lives of normal people. And the way the moogles now talked with him was somewhat embarrassing.
"Ah..yes. It looks nice enough."
"I'm so happy, kupo!" The critter flew around the room. "Just leave everything to me! I can guard the house, arrange the furniture, take care of items sent through the auction houses! Anything at all, kupo!"
Jenare nodded slowly. He'd known moogles were enthusiastic about everything they did, but he hadn't really realized the extent of it until just recently. He wondered how well he would manage like this, being served by this moogle, called Master at every turn. Endahren would be amused. He made a mental note to write to him soon.
"I will start moving in tomorrow, if that is alright."
"Of course, Master!" Jenare sighed. It looked like an adventurer's life could have surprising hidden troubles.
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