Lavenlyn I - 45: Name
b'My dear Beatrice -\\nI write to you with the deepest of respects, but the doubts must flow from my tongue nonetheless, even if it is worse for the already loose thread which binds us. Ours is a relationship which must fall to the wayside over the importance of our future. \\n\\nFew can lay claim to being as wild or powerful as yourself, but a passion for the heartwoods and oration is not a tool of teaching. To pass on tradition rightly requires a dedication unwavering. Your latest lot lacks dedication, and we see in their stance and their works that this flaw is by your hand alone. To think, you allow them to train by themselves. Training alone only embeds failure. Mayhaps someday there will be only one of us - Seven forbid - and the errors which they teach themselves will be our legacy alone. The wrong phonetics, the lacking stances, the weakened inspiration - these are the things our enemies will see, not the good.\\n\\nBe sure that there is nothing ill simmering, for the wolves will surely smell it.\\n\\n- Lyla'