My Emily,

A few short days ago, we broke camp in this Light-forsaken place, operating under the King's orders to return home. My heart was light despite my bleak surroundings, for I knew that after the frigid trek to the shore and long, grueling voyage, I would find solace in your arms.

We reached the shoreline today to find our ships, our means of return, nothing more than charred husks; we cannot leave, and have no choice but to press on into the heart of this abysmal wasteland.

I have gone to the very end of the world to keep you safe, Emily... and now... I wish with all my being that I had remained in Lordaeron with you.

Thoughts of you fill my every waking moment. You are my warmth in this frozen land, beloved, and no one can take that from me.

Maxwell