I've met a woman at the festival. Róisín. She makes my heart swell. She is fair and tender. She enjoys books, and for some reason, she also seems to enjoy me. I've not felt this excitement for anything but battle before, but as we walked by Erdeloch, I felt a desire for something more. My hand trembles as I write this, but we are to be married. It's fast to be sure but we are still young and we have only time. I am home for a month, and then I'll return to the fight.