You old goat! It’s been almost ten years since I last sent a letter to you, and I have to say that it has been time well spent. I made a minor fortune, one I thought would keep me in my old age. Old Age! Ha!. Both of us grow old by this point. I think that you’ll leave this mortal coil long before I do, though.
I’ve often wondered if you weren’t trying to get me killed when you made the suggestion that I offer my services to Aescarion…but you already knew that.
I’ve begun adventuring again. As I have no idea when this will reach you, I don’t plan on telling you where I am. It would not help a message reach me. I’m on a pilgrimage of sorts so send your response to one of the temples of Light and I’ll eventually get it.
Why adventuring again at my age I hear you ask…well true you would be unlikely to ask that, especially since I’ve never received a response from you in the past, but if you were to respond, and if you were to ask, I’ll tell you.
I’ve been too long stable in one place. I spent so much time on the road that I know no other life. It suits me, this wandering from one place to another. I enjoy the uncertainty of it all. I love throwing myself into the darkness without care whether I should be lifted up or not.
Death, to me, is a lot like that. We have teachings of what it will be like, but no true knowledge until such time as we find ourselves there in that darkness. I suppose it is the only truly unexplored region for such as you and I.
Well, this is only meant to let you know I am still alive, as I know you never worried.
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