Month of Cor: 21st Day, 421 P.Y Cor is the coldest month of all. The biting winds eat at us through the chinks in our armor, but march on we must. We are running low on food, and wild game is scarce. Wing Captain Levi says it is our duty to march, but is it? Are we merely cannon fodder? We... We can only hope this war will be over soon. Dear Mariah, I am sending you this message by FaraHawk, I hope it arrives in due time. Do not worry about me, I'll be fine. If I die, we'll meet in Rethamir.
Month of Cor: 27th Day, 421 P.Y The Phoenix War still rages on, no end in sight. My bones ache from the marches. The cold of Cor is unbearable. Asamth is a barren wasteland and yet we must march through it. Captain Levi says in a few days we will reach Torrade in the season of Mirra. I cannot wait, it will be warm and pleasant, and there will be game there, large wild game. If we make it through, the gods will have been smiling upon us. Mariah, I hope you are well.