Letter | It it a Lorebook. - Letter: Dearest daughter,
My ancestor’s call rang clear. If I give my life to free him from his salt prison, he can protect our people. Protect you. In the end, it is no choice at all. - Letter: Weep not for my death, as it is something I give freely and joyfully. I watched my grandchildren grow. I end my life with a smile, knowing they will be free from the horrors we survived.
-Your loving father, Davan |