For a wandering parent

Here I am again, smoking and thinking. As a result I am writing again. Hard to believe I stated this damn book to give to youbmy father, for when you came back for me. Not that you ever did. That feels like ages ago. It's sad that I barely remember your face. I started this to tell all the things that happened since then.
 
Things at the orphanage where not always bad, but rarely good. I miss you alot but I am almost convinced that I will never see you again.
 
Things have been so crazy since the incident, I have barely had enough time to think. I've been on the run and then looking for who sent the letter that lead me to thorn glade.
 
I guess I should start where I last wrote. The big job I was so excited about went badly. And more then just a little bit. My partner was caught and killed. As far as I know they didn't give me up but the local protector was still looking for me. I was panicked and not sure what to do. At that time I received a letter at the orphanage, it told me to go to Thorn Glade to meet someone. I went there hoping to find you, instead I got caught up in a mission to Mirage. Once there I found that the village was overrun with the undead, a group of us found and disposed of the problem and collected a young girl for her sister. Unfortunately we also found their dead parents. It bothers me but I'm glad they have each other at least.
 
I'm currently caught up in another mission to go to tribor and help the local protector. I'm starting to wonder if going to Thorn Glade was such a good idea. I never ended up meeting that contact. Maybe I'll just try and enjoy being out of town and not locked up.
 
Hope to see you someday Edwin Briggs
 
Your son,
James Briggs