A Formal Note

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Title: *a formal note*

Author: Atheri Ser'Ath

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Labeled simply

Dearest Bailos

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I applaud you who have found me. If you are reading this, it's most likely over my dead corpse. No worries, no hard feelings. To say I am old would be an understatment and I am long last due for a rest.

I bare no grudge, no 

hard feelings. You've bested me. No doubt by sheer numbers.

I posses something the others do not, whimsy! But, to save the space, I'll get to why you've know doubt come.

In my life, I was a cultist of Mephael. We made our home deep in the ruins of his barrow. I studied much during my time there before my soul was ripped from my body. The Underking blessed me, though, no doubt, and as I hope I have proven to you with my glowing corpse, His Blessing was powerful.

As in keeping with the tradition, I am supposed to reveal my secrets to the one who killed me. However, I have no doubt that you cheated and brought friends, or that I wont be needing this note and I would have had it burning in the fire while I sipped a glass of your blood. But no, I won't reveal my secrets.

I know the ways of the world and my eyes and ears are many. I knew of your coming for several weeks now. However, I know who can help you.

All will be revealed to you after you slay my rival. Viktor Flamburgh. He was a dear friend in life, but a condescending and cold tyrant in his undeath.

Viktor, is much more straight laced than myself. He will tell you everything you need to know. What's that? You don't know where he is? Haha...I can't help you there.

The leads will come, young ones, the leads will come.

Have faith and...'keep looking up'. As a long dead, but once wise scholar told me. When pressed between a rock and a hardplace, wherever there's a will, there is a way.

My final hint to you: Where the light shines brightest is often cast the darkest shadows.