Blessings, Senara.

I regret to inform you that your grandfather has taken a bad fall from his horse and has departed this world. He has left for you Castle Brenwyck; a once great stronghold of our Clan. Please take up residency here to prevent it from falling into further ruin.

Your Beloved Cousin,
~C

...And so here I am at this crumbling, musty old memory of yesteryear. I cannot seem to keep up with the cobwebs, for the spiders weave them faster than I can do away with their handiwork. There are bats in the cellar of all places, but thankfully no rats to be seen. Cousin Cara seems to think that Grandfather Braiden has something to do with that and she just may be correct in her thinking.

I am lonely here at Brenwyck, and spend countless hours reading from Grandfather's old library, only to doze the day away and then lie wide awake nights with many trips to the kitchen for midnight, 3am, and 5am snacks consisting of scones, tea, and the occasional plum or peach.

I pray to the heavens for a sign of what it is I am to do here in this too-large, ancient landmark. In the meantime, I will only pretend that I do not hear wolves baying outside my windows..