"Yes I can – Though it does not appear to be Corwins hand.
This is written in the language of my home."

I quickly read it though once making sure I understand its frame; I then start again and begin to translate for Mari.

J
I am well. I do not need your assistance yet.
Not since our youth have I felt so alone.
Twice before this has happened once at night and the other north of the black lake.
Stay where you are for safety comes with a price.
I can’t seem to place all the pieces.
Know your heart.
C

“How can he say he is so alone while telling you not to help? I don’t understand.” Mari asks.

“There is more here… let me show you.”
I stand up and close the window covering asking Mari to light a candle. She does so and holds it to the parchment as we both sit on the bed.

The first line is my avatar. If this message needed others the writer would have included their avatar as well.

“You speak as if this isn’t from Corwin?”

“It is not his hand – yet it has our form.”

“What do you mean our form?”

“I mean it’s a message within a message.”