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To Whom It May Concern,
The Honeybee has been missing for almost ten years, but I was and still am her lover. Take however much of the following into consideration as you wish.
Though she could be considered rugged and has been living off the elements for almost ten years, Honeybee is a noble at heart. Expect to find her camping in or under places because open air makes her uneasy. Whether this makes her easier or harder to locate, I’m not sure; however, this nobility of hers is advantageous to you either way. Most people are afraid of what they don't know or don’t understand. This has been ingrained in us since the beginning of time. While any stranger could be a friend, they could potentially be an enemy as well. Elissa has the unfortunate habit of assuming the direct opposite of that. She assumes people are friendly and ethically just (though she is a bit of a moral nihilist- I digress) when she is given no reason to believe otherwise.
She also has a noble’s pride and a noble heart. She will not lie if you ask directly ask for her family name, and she will not attack first unless provoked to do so. I highly doubt you are in any danger from her or her mabari, who are fiercely loyal (as I’m sure the Fereldens of the traveling company already know.)
Speaking of mabari, I’ve heard from Cloudface she has two of them. I’ve also heard that their names are Shepard and Doggo II. Since her first mabari (the cute little guy I met personally) was named Doggo, I would assume these are his pups. Doggo was very sweet and did not do anything without explicit permission from Honeybee. Do not fear them or their slobber. In an unrelated note, do give them lots of kisses from me.
Try to keep in mind as you search for this woman that she believes she has lost everything, and she has lost mostly that. While she may be friendly, do not be offended if she does not trust you completely. This is also a woman who was raised to hide her emotions. Even if her arm had been sliced off, she would not tell anyone until she was falling to her knees from blood loss or another member of the party tripped over her dismembered limb.
I often considered what she would have been like as a bard, for she has the same diplomacy and way with words as one, but I realized she is far too honest to be one. Be soft and do not force her to come with you, for she believes she has lost a lover in myself as well, so she may be hesitating on my behalf. But do not assume this is me asking for your pity. She deserves your respect, and she deserves your deference, but she will never accept your pity.
She is quiet. In everything she does, there is quiet. A softness that’s hard to believe until you see her killing a man with less than a peep and not even a shift in expression. A silence that you just can’t trust when you see her get stabbed and feel the need to scream for her when she doesn’t. It is only when she is loud that you must be afraid. No, not afraid. Silent. If the Honeybee is loud, someone is going to meet a fate worse than death, and you don’t want it to be you, so stay silent and hope she passes.
She is alone, she is tired, and she may be dying.
...Tell her I love her, if you get the chance.
-Nightingale