This scribing is intended to reach the eyes of maghuir. any may read, if
they wish.

Maghuir,
Multiple months ago, a awoke in the desert, having lost my memories.
through a series of events I found that I used to be a luminary. as I
read on, I found myself in disagreement with their ways, so I left them,
and their city.
I beleive that there is a reason for ever thing that happens, and my
loss of memory cannot be an exception. what I have heard of your recent
work intrigues me, and I would like to request a meeting that we may
discuss ways that we may be able to help each other.


Penned by my hand on the 18th of Haernos, in the year 192 MA.