Dearest Engine of Transformation.

Know first, that the Engine is the one thing that holds a place in that
shadowy vortex they call my heart. But, as even the mightiest mountain
is eroded by the elements, I have been worn down. I am leaving our City,
possibly temporarily, possibly permanently. However, know that I mean
you no harm in my actions. To my guild, remain vigilant of the villages.
To my family, I have grown fond of all of you. And to my city, I wish
you the greatest of luck in all of your ventures.

Lastly, to my Hands and Maidens. Remember your vows. Family,
Protectorate, City. That is all.

Lots of love!


Penned by my hand on the 18th of Vestian, in the year 308 CE.