Hail, Achaea!

It seems that with each passing day, my soul takes
longer to inhabit this body. I wait for days to
return, and days become months and months turn to
years. It has become clear to me that now it is
my time to bid all "Farewell" and depart these
realms.

Some may not wish to read the next words, for
they praise the one Master in my life. I ask that,
rather than post decrying my views, simply to
stop reading and move onward.

I am grateful to Lord Sartan for His harsh and
malevolent ways. Through His Truths, His words and
His actions, I have learned how to temper myself
into a capable being, and an able citizen of
Mhaldor.

Mhaldor, for 20 some years, I have called you
home. In this city remain some of the most devout,
most stalwart individuals I have known. There are
truly too many to name.

The Tanjinn, and to Lady Diamondesce: From you,
I learned my place, and from there, I learned how
to lead. For that, I will always be grateful.

(To the Naga, though my time with you was brief,
you taught me subtlety and other, unmentionable
things.)

Lastly, but by no means least, House Aristata
and particularly Khoraji and Gaillardia. It has
been an honor (in whatever form) serving this
family, this Royal House of Mhaldor. It begun
with a handful of eager Mhaldorian citizens
and has since expanded to be a name in all of
Sapience. My gratitude for everything each of
you has taught me.

Thank you all.

In service,
Diego Aristata

Penned by my hand on the 11th of Lupar, in the year 356 AF.