To whom it may concern,
Long ago my ancestors created a sect that has long stayed hidden from
peering mortals' eyes. Even though their members may be few, their
ancient traditions still strongly bind them and strengthen them. It was
to my dismay to find that my father was killed just last year, while
finishing his training at our sanctuary. It is because of this that I
must leave into the mountains, to find my family, and to help complete
the Rite of Sarapis, which will put my father's soul to rest forever. I
will be gone for two years, and in that time I hope to take up my
father's training where he left off. I hope you all wish me luck on my
journey.
If you need something from me, leave me a message. I will get back to
you after I return. I hereby leave all of my worldly possesions in the
hands of the Sorcerers, and wish to all of Achaea a happy two years
while I am gone.

Farewell,
Khadgar Greymane

Penned by my hand on the 11th of Phaestian, in the year 310 AF.