But the moment I entered the office and saw Ma and Pa's neighbor, Harold Freyan, sitting in one of the guest chairs, I knew something was wrong. He told me that my father was injured and it looked as though he wouldn't make it. He was sent to retrieve me from school so I could be there with my family.
"Of course she may go home," the headmaster said, "And don't worry – we will save you your spot so you may return once this difficult time is over."
The next two hours were a whirlwind of activity as I hastily packed a bag and rushed to the docks to catch the boat heading to Wildhelm. As we left the city, I made it a point to stop at the Dour and tell Captain Aldas that I would not be attending my lessons until I returned. He wished me luck and had one of his men escort us out of the city and down to the docks, assuring that no one would waylay us so we missed the boat.
And now, here I sit in my tiny quarters on board the ship, praying that the winds blow just right so we arrive home faster. Why did I ever decide to go to Bard's College so far away from my home? I should have become a damn mage…
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