Neal
See? And I can write you back. Even if it's just something silly like 'Nothing to report, Booker still snores'.
I learned how to infiltrate places, like the old manors around my father's? And I can speak several languages, and I can break codes. I can paint, and dance - the older dances. And I know more about the chemical makeup of old apothecary recipes than I probably should. And sing, and play the violin. But I'm out of practice with both of those. More, in the dreams. And I don't paint as often as I should.
I can also, apparently, use a hand crossbow now. Some of it is because of the dreams.