Letter to Lottodad #3

Hi ^LottoDad,
 
Happy to report, I'm in much higher hopes than last week I'm starting to enjoy some people on the team :)
Oh and they maybe a war between the Phratti and Solen.
 
Good news first, Arthom and Celia seem to be a thing, I think I might have fun with this group. I'm starting to see the humanity in Arthom, he's not JUST some hot head asshole. I can see myself enjoying this guy's company. The rest of the team seems hopeless in wingmanning, they don't seem to know anything about sex which is odd since most are adults so I think almost everyone must be a virgin. They may be a bit more naive than I thought, which is great for me, I think I was way too on guard they all seem like a chill bunch.
 
And Ailil is cool, he bandaged me up a few days ago while we ran in the forest, he always is happy for a drink and helped wingman Arthom with me. I can see him and I also getting close, maybe he can help me make a few new drinks.
 
 
So the bad news, the Phratti and Solen have some pointless feud going on and they're on the brink of war. Being surrounded by stories of war as a child, I still don't understand the point, I don't understand racial pride, ego and in turn ignorance.
What is the point of all this bloodshed?
 
It all feels incredibly pointless. I carry this strange emptiness inside me. I have a drive to fix this, but not at the expense of my well-being. I won't lose sleep over this. Perhaps it's because I'm so jaded and exhausted by the senseless turmoil of war.

 
Hope to see you and Frannie soon,
Can't wait to make more drinks with the Squires!