My daughter has become quite maudlin since Federic left for Wayrest. I have assured her that all will be right when he returns, but she remains quite dour. I have taken the liberty of sending to Fell's Run for a cask of tawny port. Such is hard to come by with the growing trouble in the region, and spirits from the arbors of Summerset are always a welcome reprieve from our local distillations. Surely, their bright and sunny notes will bring her aught but cheer!