It is with a heavy heart that I write this. I shall be leaving Bourne. I
have come to know a few of this house and I shall always treasure there
friendship. Please don't think ill of me for leaving, but I can no
longer stay here. Though my heart may be dead in the Consanguine sence
of the word, it still breaks from a great sadness. I had one childer, I
wish her to reject me and find another to be her Sire, for I shall never
enthrall or embrace another. I bid you all walk sheltered and be well.
With much sadness I bid you Good Bye. Cherise

Penned by my hand on the 8th of Khepary, in the year 157 MA.