There's a soft knock at the door. On the other side, Pel looks pale and tired. Wordlessly, mainly because she cried herself out at Alistair's and is calmer now, she hands him a letter.

Da'len,

We are deeply grieved. No, you may not join our clan, and we will not visit. Even if our Keeper agreed to it, we would not see you. We will not take in a First who abandoned her duty to her clan, nor accept a flat-eared bastard as our grandchild. This should come as no surprise to you.

We thought you were better than this.

Enansal