Locke,

I'm starting to think you're either avoiding me, or no longer here. This is one of those times I'd like for you to prove me wrong.

☆,

I trust the morning finds you better than the evening. The dreams are rather rough these nights.

As well as writing to quell my concerns, I wanted to express my gratitude for your help. Your skills are truly impressive, and I hope I can return the favor someday. I'd also like to continue the conversation in which we were engaged another time. I'd like to hear your opinion on certain matters.

Please let me know if there's anything I can do for you.

Sincerely,
E.F.

[folded over, written in his usual elegant writing]

Locke:

Missed you this morning- I was hoping to speak with you at some point. I hope you've not already made an attempt at a grand escape.

Edgar



[And on a second note, pinned elsewhere and in the chicken-scratch cursive he usually uses on his schematics:]

I'm having trouble locating a book in the library. In it, a band of warriors fought a dangerous beast in an underground lair and were rewarded with a sword for their valor.

I wasn't able to finish the book, and I believe it is checked out now. If anyone recognizes the story, I'd be grateful for more information about the ending. What were the warriors to do with the sword? Did it have a special significance?

The other night, I found myself dreaming of a bright hall filled with soldiers, each man bearing a weapon more beautiful and impressive than the one before him. I don't know how I found my way there; I was lost in a storm, certain I'd never find my way through it. It seemed I was lucky. After a bit of cautious chat with one of men, I gained his trust and he gave me his weapon, warning me to prepare for a trial.

At the end of the hallway was a gateway to the lair of a beast. He tried to strike me down, but didn't realize I'd prepared to face him, bringing along a second soldier who could launch an attack while he was distracted. Together, we defeated the beast, and were rewarded with a beautiful relic as a testament to our skill. As it turns out, the relic was also a weapon.

The point in my tale is this: I dreamt of several weapons and violence, and I wonder if this is a sign that I'm somehow reverting to my old ways. I'd hate to lose all the progress I've made during my time here by falling into old habits; however, I've never been very good at interpreting dreams. Is there a chance these dreams mean something more, or are symbolic in some way?