Dear Younger Sister,
Although has been just a short time since I left our homeland, I feel as if it has been a lifetime since we last spoke.  Forgive me if I seem disjointed, as I have witnessed so much since arriving in the land of Chaos, that I am still in a heightened state.   I traveled by foot through Chrace to my flight without incident.  I passed the fearsome creatures, but they barely too notice of me.  When I finally saw friendly guards, I knew my journey was truly beginning.  The flight was amazing -- I went to the Chaos land as father instructed.  For my first voyage to friendly territories, he felt this would be less stressful than the land of the Greenskins!  If that were the case, I should never visit those lands, as this has left me so shaken, I'm not sure if I have the courage to undertake another voyage until my next decade has arrived! 

As soon as I landed in this land, I could smell the stench of burning wood and worse.  I had difficulty breathing, the air was so thick -- seeing the path in front of me with tears in my eyes.  It was not only the smoke, dear sister, but the notion that I had embarked on something that might be the end of me.